Ontario roommate #2 with loud boyfriend who argues at 4 am when drunk who acts like a 50s housewife is so freaking excited over giving candy to kids, saying how cute they are and OHMYGOOOOOOD acting like a real young domestic couple its like watching a TLC show or something gross
me: In room, with halloween themed socks, drinking tea, listening to halloween-y music, saying SCREW THE KIDS I’M KEEPING THE CANDY FOR MYSELF…..
I actually wrote this as a series of separate drabbles a heck of a long time ago, back when I was reading a lot about North American mythology. I figured, since it’s Halloween, I would repost them as one complete fic, since it’s the closest to creepy I’ve really written? :D So yes. Canada has Wendigo psychosis. Read up on the Wendigo here!
“I think something’s—happening—to me.” Matthew said it haltingly, aware of Alfred’s eyes on him, blue and concerned, nearly luminescent in the halogen kitchen lights. “I mean, maybe it’s weird, maybe it’s nothing—”