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Int. One last swipe of lipstick and she slid the mask over her eyes. Her gloved hand pulls the hotel door shut and she glides down the stairs towards the sound of live jazz mingled with the clink of champagne glasses.

Happy belated Halloween to you all! No, I did not go as a cat as these self portraits might suggest, but instead as the Babadook which you may already know if you follow me on twitter (@desfleurae). I spent the night forgetting I looked terrifying and scaring myself every time I glanced in a mirror, getting spooky/silly with some of my favorite people, and eating all the candy offered to me by the nicest of Uber drivers. Safe to say, it was a good one!