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Every Halloween for as long as anyone could remember, someone went missing. It was shrugged off as coincidence, that Halloween was an opportunity for a kidnapping. But those who were taken were never found, and no evidence ever came up to point towards a kidnapper. It was like they simply vanished.
One Halloween night when you were a child, you remember walking along with your friends. You were separated from them by accident, and wandered through a secluded area of the city.
Suddenly, someone grabbed you, placing their hand over your mouth and hefting you up. They carried you into a dark alleyway and deposited you on the ground.
You whirled around to face your captor, trembling in fear. He looked like a normal person, but his skin and eyes seemed odd. They were waxy and somehow didn't quite seem right. You tried to scoot away from your captor, but behind you came the voice of someone else.
"No, not that one," a smooth voice said from the shadows.
The man with the strange skin scoffed, crossing his arms, "You've never been picky before. Why now?"
"You must never harm this one," the voice responded almost gently, "Take him/her back."
"Fine," the man responded. He reached for you. You tried to evade him, whimpering in fear. He growled in anger, "Come here, you little mongrel."
From the shadows came a growl. Suddenly, you were scooped up in gentle arms, pulled into the shadows. "It's okay, little one," the being cooed softly, carrying you towards the entrance to the alley. The shadows moved around them as though they were part of them. The being deposited you gently just outside of the alleyway. "Run along. There's no need to be afraid."
You could not see their face, but their eyes glowed red from the shadows. A moment later, they were gone. And you were alone on the street.
Years had passed. Now, as an adult, you stood at the entrance to that same alleyway on Halloween night.
You had never dared come back for so many years, but something about tonight had drawn you to this place.
You cautiously entered the alleyway, eyes searching through the darkness. Had all those things really happened? Or was it the overactive imagination of a child?
But a smooth voice came from the shadows then, confirming your suspicions. "Hello, little one."