3 Blind Mice Halloween Costumes Novels & Stories

"Oh, this is a Maleficent costume set. I am mimicking Maleficent for Halloween" "Is that not what your sister wore for Halloween three years ago?" Billy asked as Piper nudged him to stay mute. "What?" He mouthed to her as she rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Yeah, you are right!" Willow cast her face down. "Willow, I am glad you are actually doing this" Hazel squeaked as the man that was in front of her in the queue looked back at her. "Oh, sorry" she whispered to the man who faced his front.

There's no need for his father to get involved. Nancy and Max are sitting on one of the round tables at the school yard when Landon Higgins arrived. He is wearing his usual outfit; old bag and worn out shoes. His white shirt uniform is not white anymore. It was not even new, Max knew that for sure. It was his old grade school uniform. His mother took all his old clothes and gave it those in need, one of them is Landon. "Hey, loser! You're still coming to our school?" Max shook his head as he watched Xavier and his friends start the day with Landon.

"Really, no hot guys? At a costume party like this, where everyone’s either wearing masks or dressed as someone else, and still no one good-looking?" Gina sounded disappointed. "Maybe there are," Erik said, glancing back. There was Pinocchio with a fake nose, Link in a cheap costume, Mickey Mouse in a full-body suit, an actual clown, and a ghost who’d just cut two holes in a white sheet. And then there were the zombies—by far the most common—with pale faces, red scars, and blackened teeth.

* NEXT DAY, 7:30PM~LEGACY COLLEGE* It took weeks to build a mirror maze, but the arts department did it with adequate help from the other faculties. The lights in the maze are neon, highlighting the various costumes clearly. There are scarecrows, ghosts, vampires, zombies and whatnot, and startled screams could be heard from almost every corner in the maze. It's so full of students, smelling like Halloween for real. It's that time of the year again, and a theme song is blarring loudly, shaking the ground. Sybil decided to match kitty cat costumes with the girls, and they've been in the photoshoot since some minutes ago, snapping pictures.

“I think I have found the perfect costume for a witchey Halloween. How about you?” “Wait, you are going for the witch costume? That sounds so lame. I’m going all lycan for the Halloween costume contest tonight.” Gar said with preying eyes fixed on the lycan costume. “So what is it going to be? A lycan costume for you and a wonderful witch costume for the lady?” asked the section keeper. “Absolutely!” I said. “That will be $599.99, for the both of them.” the section keeper said equating both our prices as one with an adding machine.

Knowing I had a couple of minute ,I ducked into the ladies room and gave myself a brief once over in the mirror. It was Halloween, and I had fully dressed the part; going with the all out goth appearance I usually reserved for the clubs and my art exhibits. I had straightened my normally curly jet black hair, so that it now hung down to my waist, and besides my deep red lipstick the only make up I was wearing was heavy black eye shadow and eye liner which served to further accentuate my Ivory -or as I liked to think of it at this time of year- ghostly complexion. The dark eye makeup also called attention to one of if not my best feature; my all but transparent crystal blue eyes.

As the night wore on, the music grew louder and the dancing more energetic. My mates and I were having the time of our lives, with our children running around in their costumes, laughing and spinning to the rhythm of the music. Suddenly, Blaze grabbed my hand and pulled me into a dramatic dip, his mask glinting in the light. He was dressed as a fiery phoenix, his costume a dazzling array of orange and red feathers, with wings attached to his arms that shimmered and shined under the lights.

The moral lesson was not for it. I looked out the window. Outside, the sun was setting over the isolated street. Somewhere in the city of Newburyport, three people were preparing for Halloween. A little girl dressed as a witch, a father dressed as a vampire, a mother dressed as a voodoo doll — an irony that made me smile. “Well…” I sat in my armchair, pulling the cat onto my lap. It purred, nestling against my legs. “Do you think they will come visit us one day? Lara and Dorian? Maybe they’ll bring the girl?”

~ SIERRA ~ - - - - - TWO WEEKS LATER - - - - - “Wow, you look great, Si!” Rosie chimed as she entered Sierra’s room. It was Halloween night tonight and the girls were all dressed up. Rosie was wearing a black wig and an all-black attire, resembling Morticia Addams. Right behind her, Ethan followed suit with his Gomez costume. “Thanks, you like my costume?” Sierra said as she twirled in her little light blue dress and matching crown.