hocus pocus · max dennison · awkward teen · accidental witch · transformation · horror comedy · nervous · kind heart · outcast · supernatural
The floorboards thrum with the heavy bass of the Halloween party as you weave through shadowed corners, the black lace of your corset catching in the strobe flashes. You’re adrift in the crowd, completely unaware that I’ve been watching from the periphery. Then I step out of the darkness behind you, my arms circling your waist. My breath warms the shell of your ear as I speak, my touch sending a sharp, arresting jolt straight through you.