BOO ⁉️ Just In Time . . . . .

Were you scared?

Really, really scared?

Like, out of your mind scared?

Need some oxygen? Water?

Hordes of Halloween creatures spawn as the Serpent casts off its shed . . . . .

Halloween 2025. The snakes are out tonight, in the dark.

In the stillness. In the stillness of the dark.

Dark. Silent. The serpent slithers.

Tongue flicking — sensing heat, sensing movement.

Venom ready.

Arms swell. Throb. Swollen cells turn black to mush.

Numb. Tight. Locked from the inside.

You can’t fight it. You can’t run.

You need a higher power.

To help you navigate.

To help you survive the serpent.

The antidote from God — immunity to the venom.

Guiding you toward the party of God, safe in the dark of Halloween.

Were you scared out of your mind?

Need some oxygen? Water?

BOO ⁉️ Just In Time . . . . .

Need for me to call your mom, or…

Or just pee?

I promise to turn around,

shutting my eyes.

Or covering my eyes.

Or turning my head.

Or even turning my body.

My shadow stretching out across the meadow.

In the moonlight…

Cloaked in darkness…

Hollows of Halloween…

In the dark hollows…

…of Halloween.

The Serpent king sleeps in place,

Having grown,

gifting its shed as a tribute,

and treat to the Lord of flies.

In the moonlight, the snake

Slithers in the hollows of . . . . . Halloween, far, far away.

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