Happy All Hallows' Eve

 After all,even the dead should have a day of mischief once a year. 

  -Welcome,said the Pumpkin Head,to the Witch Hunt!His hand pointed to a small door above wich the words "Witch Hunt" were written in beautiful,golden letters.Actually,everything seemed to have a soft sunglow that particular evening.The stars seemed to shine brighter,the full moon flickered,the trees murmurred something incomprehensible,the buildings were engulfed by an aura of mysticism.It was a beautiful sight for a night supposed to be terrifying.She smiled to herself "What a nice Halloween."
  Now,she was headed to a warm cup of lemon and ginger tea at the new teashop,the Witch Hunt.Heard it was open only on the 31 of October.Peculiar,but who cares?Tea is always welcomed;the way in which other conduct their businesses doesn't concern her one bit.
  The wooden door creaked when she opened it;a bell chimed above her;a mix of tea and old books gave the place an intoxicating fragrance.What happened next,she couldn't really tell.There was a woosh sound and a sharp pain in her neck and then blackness.

  The Pumpkin Head watched with its perpetual amused expresssion as the girl's head dropped on the wooden floor,blood splashing from the severed neck.The black scythe hanged just above the entrance magically returned to its former position,waiting for new customers.The floor was already absorbing the crimson splashes.He watched as a small,translucent ball raised from the corpse and attached itself to the north wall.He had to admit,it was a beautiful sight,his collection of human souls.Those little,trembling puffs of light,whispering ceaselessly the language of the dead.You see,he loved to collect them.Why?Because he could,of course.And because he loved hunting;humans were such easy preys.
  A tremor in the astral plane announced him that a new victim aproached the golden darkness of the Witch Hunt.His eyes sparkled.