Jacob

Love

Halloween is a night of freedom for crazy criminals. The only time of the year where you can look suspicious and get praised for it.

As I wait around for Jacob in our favourite spot, the Ear-shakers which is an old, abandoned music store, I watch the countless possible murderers in costumes walk by while I listen to Black Magic Woman on the record player.

I remember the first time Jacob and I met. It was about a year ago today. We were trick or treating with two groups of friends who joined up for Halloween to have a supposedly better night. While we were going around town, we both got dared to enter the spooky old music store and find something unique to bring back to them. We ended up not going back and stayed up all night talking till the sun rose. We found that we really liked each other and thats when I knew I had to be with him.

I finally see Jacob approach. Hes in a dark hoodie. Hes about 63, built nice, handsome features, slightly curly brown hair and smells like vanilla. Hes sweet, thoughtful, and patient.

He seems to be in a weird mood tonight as he is just standing a few meters away from the window just watching me. Instead of bursting through the door to greet me. I place my hand on the window trying to get a better look at him. I call out to him, and he jolts awake from his mysterious haze.

As he comes in, I cast aside the mood hes in by hugging him from behind.

He thankfully returns the gesture. We have our favourite dish Lasagna for dinner and end it with a deliciously oozing chocolate lava cake.

We then chose to watch the movie Perfume which fits tonights theme perfectly. We ended up drinking a little Champagne for our first anniversary.

I saw you under that bridge again yesterday, said Jacob.

So, you followed me? I just had a rough day yesterday.

Will you ever tell what your demons are? He asked.

I dont think you can handle them. Im scared youll leave if you knew the truth.

You know I love you no matter what. I just want all of you. I want to keep you safe and always be there for you when you need me.

I know. Youre always in my head I visit someone under that bridge. I have never ending voices calling me there.

What kind of voices?

Voices that tell me what youre doing and what I should do about it. I murmur.

And what is that?

Suddenly a knife is thrust into Jacobs heart and blood pours out of his chest.

I freak out and try and catch the person who did this to him.

Shes running. Im scared. Shes wearing a similar costume to mine. I dont get very far. Im alone and shes gone.