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Rip danced through the costumes and dresses she owned. Halloween was her favorite time of the year. The visceral terror that slashed at her heart, a surge in her feet like the world fell away. Her hands shook as she danced through arrangements. A million possibilities to sing through. She felt light-headed.
A macabre werewolf? Bestial and unrefined, a barely aware creature motivated by base needs. Maybe a lich, an unholy thing that ripped its soul out to live forever. Possible just go as herself, a vampire. Fangs dipped in red, a seductive monster that could claim the most stalwart will. To go out as a nightmare, an agent of terror.
Perhaps something more innocent? A young maiden surrounded by horrors of the night? Rip's heart pounded in her chest. Something light and meek in the black hallows of the evening.
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