Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

I gasp, inhaling sharply, my mouth open so wide that my cracked lips start to bleed. I taste liquid salt on my lips and can't tell if I'm tasting blood or teardrops. My chest heaves. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. I repeat the words over and over although I know I'll never believe them. I can't undo what's been done, how the order of things has been mangled and disfigured beyond recognition. 

The plastic packet, slick with sweat, clatters onto the floor when I lose control of my trembling fingers. How could someone commit so heinous a crime, bear to let their fingers do do such dirty work? Blood is on their hands. Blood spilled carelessly and without thought. 

I back away slowly, my body limp and quivering. Why, why why. My mind whirls and struggles to comprehend how such simple a rule should be broken. Voices are screaming, shrieking in my head now. I press my hands over my ears but the horror of what I've just seen has made it's mark on my consciousness and embedded itself firmly onto the back of my eyelids, so that all I can see is horror and horror and horror and all I can hear is the voice of my conscience screaming, protesting, crying out against the wrongness of it all. 

And I back away, away from the plastic packet on the floor and away and away until I'm jolted violently out of my reverie when I crash into the metal shelf behind me. And a million plastic packets come down like rain on me, as the metal shelf sways and sways, pouring down what must be an endless stream of plastic packets of horror. 

And soon I'm covered in them. Covered in the sin of a nation, the immorality and apathy of the human race. I shriek and throw them off of me. I am hysterical. How could they do this, how could they do this to me? How could they rob me of the basic human right- to sound grammar?

The stocky blonde cashier turns the corner and sees me sitting, close to tears, in a pile of plastic packets. 

"What the hell, lady!?" She's red- faced and screaming. 

I stand up indignantly, a plastic packet in my trembling hands. 

"THIS SHEEPS COSTUMES IS GOOD FOR ANYBODY- ONE SIZE FIT ALL BODYS" I shout as I shove the packet in the woman's face. 

I was removed from the store, which was, in hindsight, reasonable. 

But let it not be forgotten that what had been allowed to be printed on those plastic packets, is the true halloween horror. 

Happy Halloween! >:)  

- The Author of the Goriest Literature Ever Written.