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When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts. When I grew up, I realized people are more scary. Unknown
She was a little white mouse hiding from an owl in a snake hole. And I was a whole pit of vipers.
Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. Catherine Fisher
“Sometimes God’s not the one who comes knocking.”
“I’m not the hero. I’m the villain. I’m so evil I make the gates of Hell shudder. And you do need me. You need me more than you know.”
“I’m going to ask one more time. Who. Did. That. To. You?”
“God,” she breathed. “Furthest thing from it, darling,”
And I’d never felt more alive. I'd found my home amongst monsters.
“You’re more depraved than I gave you credit for.” His lips hovered over mine. “I like it.”
“I never run.”
“Not my problem if you expected a demon to tell the truth.”
There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch. Robert Brault
The air had that very specific Halloween smell—like sugar, and plastic, and musty leaves, and fire. It was the best scent in the world.
“Leading prayer and worship,” he muttered against my wet pussy, meeting my gaze with a mouth full of me. “I told you I always wanted to be a priest.”
