“How do I look?” she asked again, trying to see her reflection in the muddy pool of water in the graveyard. The moonlight was not helping much.

“Huh…” was all she got as a response from her partner. Bones was busy cleaning up the last bit of raccoon that he had found, pleased with his knack for discovering midnight snacks; he had forgotten his job at hand.

Irritated with his lack of interest she picked up a thick piece of wood and walked up to him.

Smack. Smack.

“Ouchy! Batty, it hurts.”

“Seriously Bones you need to pay attention or else”, she said, clearly not in any mood for any more shenanigans. Her eyes told him that she meant business.

“Okay, but you are trying faces and bodysuits from last five hours. Why are you so stressed?”

“Oh come on Bones, you know it’s the annual ‘Unmask Day’. It is the only day we get to celebrate in a year and I got to look my best.”

Tired, she removed the matching face she was trying and sat down on the slippery ground. Her one eye ball popped out, dangling where her cheeks should have been and the dirty moss-green face with patchwork of skin and bone fragments was clearly visible.  

“You are so stupid”, said bones and moved to sit beside her.

“Maybe you are stupid.” The fiery look was back. She stood up, stripped down the bodysuit and moved on to select a new skin-suit from the fresh pile to try on.

“Let me explain. You know tomorrow is the only day we get to mingle with the world. The day is called ‘Unmask’ for a reason; everyone unmasks their inner wild side even the humans, they just don’t realize it.”

“What are you saying? We mingle all the time. Your frequent roadside midnight snacks are making you idiot night after night.”

“Shut up and let me complete. We mingle alright but not without our skin-suits and matching faces. So this is a great opportunity for us to celebrate who we are. We shouldn’t forget and plus it has been a while since I have seen you in all your glory; I must say you don’t look a day old from the day you died, still gorgeous as ever. I am a really luck bastard.” He snickered.

She stopped looking for a new skin-suit and slowly plodded to his place of sitting, smiling. Her black lips stretched over crooked muddy brown teeth and eye ball dangling along with the guts. The red loose guts complemented her pale green skin nicely.

“Flattery will get you nowhere”, she said and sat on the grave diagonally in front of him.

“It’s the truth and besides think of all the perks of not dressing up this time. We can scare those humans without them suspecting anything; remember how much fun it is. We can walk with our guts hanging out and visible bones; make a date out of it! Imagine us sitting on the porch with our favorite brains and bloody drink, cool breeze touching our insides under the moonlight. It will be so romantic! Later on I can show you my wild side and we don’t have to be quite, not tomorrow. All the weird noises are a celebration tomorrow.” He winked and smiled suggestively.

“Now when you put it like that it sounds tempting. It has been so long and I really do hate keeping quite. You sure know how to cheer me up and turn everything around. I am impressed.”

“It’s a good thing that we didn’t add ‘…till death do us apart’ in our vows, otherwise no one knows who you’d have gotten stuck with in your afterlife.”     

She laughed and his not-beating heart almost skipped a beat. He couldn’t stop himself and kissed her hungrily. She responded in equal fervor but stopped him before it could lead to something unstoppable.

“It’s not Unmask Day yet. By the way, what do the humans call it?” she asked curiously.

They stood up, wore their bodysuits and matching faces. Walking hand in hand, they left the graveyard.

“They call it Halloween.”


This is for the much awaited Halloween. We don’t celebrate it here in India but I’ve seen enough movies and devoured R.L. Stine like crazy in my school days to get the hang of it (supposedly). Hope you like it, I’d love to know your thoughts.

If you were looking for something scarier and disturbing, check this out: Triple Layered cake.