The clock rang one last time. She was done watching, lurking. Still holding her lantern, she stepped daintily from the frame. The couple lay on the bed, breathing slowly, costumes strewn over the floor. She had worn little and he had dressed to possess. The role-play wasn’t unusual for them, but this was All Hallow’s Eve and today she could reach out, if only until dawn. She had choked on the smell of their sex more times than she could count. It was time to add her own musk. Setting the lantern on the floor, she crawled over the bed. Check out all the other stories based on this picture by visiting the blog.