The Seeing

The half chapter
-Being different isn't bad. Being scary is not the same as being different-

Children on a cold and foggy night, during the middle of October, dress up in their white sheets to be ghosts. They slip on their furry masks to be some kind of a mutated animal, and sometimes their pointy hats, to be one of the scariest witches. However, what do people remember about that misty, trick-or-treating night, the most?
White face paint, smeared unevenly across the cheeks of children. Pointy teeth. A pitch black cape. Slicked back hair…
Everybody remembers all of the little Draculas.
There is always that sweet old lady with the perfect salon-treated hair, who gently hands out compliments to the children, along with some candy.

"What a cute vampire you make!"
Soon after that, the little boy or girl is handed their candy, and off they go--slapping their black, light-blinking tennis shoes, against the concrete road as they run--dashing on to the next house to mooch for some more sweets.
There is nothing more queer, than an eighteen-year-old high school boy (excluding those who would consider it a joke), dressing up as Dracula on Halloween. The little old lady that seemed so sweet at the door, probably thinks he's a freak--and he doesn't get a sweet compliment. He get's two pieces of the same candy the little boy got, and a concerned gaze. Now imagine half of a high school, taking on a role of the seductive and blood thirsty killer. And then, imagine them thinking, they are a real vampire.
Now…call it normal.