From its pocket came a small mirror, rimed with frost. In its glass, Cara saw Creekmaw as it truly was: drowned church steeples, lanterns floating on black water, children waving from beneath the soil.
Cara walked home alone, past darkened windows and grinning pumpkins. Behind her, Creekmaw breathed—just for Halloween. Cara in Creekmaw -Halloween 2024- By Ariaspoaa
The doppelgänger smiled. “Not want. Remember. Someone has to.” From its pocket came a small mirror, rimed with frost