After he recovered from the initial shock of a human head lying next to a pile of garbage, Werner stopped his cry of horror. Well, until the head shouted back, sending him into a further state of panic. He saw what must have been the rest of the body in the alley, stumbling around with purpose. Strangely enough, in such a gruesome moment, Werner was reminded of a childhood field trip to a local farm. All the kindergartners were rounded up and given a turn to pet the horses, cows, and so on, but Werner managed to escape from the teacher’s watchful eye to to see what he really wanted, the chickens and roosters. He arrived just in time to see the farmer’s son slaughtering chickens. He brought the animal’s head to a tree stump and with one swift chop of the butcher’s knife, separated the head from the body; this was not the end of the chicken’s life, however, as the headless fowl floundered in every direction, spouting blood from its neck for several long minutes before finally giving up its futile efforts. Needless to say, the past situation didn't sit well with the young Werner, nor did the current one.

A woman with a head attached to her shoulders approached from behind, and it took Werner a moment to break his focus from the headless body. She approached the entire situation coolly, as if severed heads were an everyday occurrence, making Werner slightly embarrassed at his squeamishness. She was around his age, just a little thing, [i]and are those fucking wings?[/i] The young man was beginning to realize something was amiss, as if the situation before him wasn’t enough of a hint. 

“[b]Do you need help?[/b]” Werner thought the winged woman was asking him and almost replied before she knelt down to the head. Which replied. [i]No.[/i] Had he lost his mind? Was this all a hallucination, created by his oxygen-deprived brain as he suffocated in his coffin? Werner remembered reading about how the body would try and comfort itself as it died, but this wasn’t a very soothing image. No, it was all too real. The body scooped up its head and the two women carried on like she simply scraped her knee or some minor injury, and went off just as Werner heard another voice, this time much deeper, and slowly turned to face them, fearing something even stranger would arrive. He was right.

“[b]Don't you have more important things to do than to be standing here screaming?[/b]” The source was a seven foot tall beast covered in thick brown hair, massive horns protruding from its head, and blood red eyes staring down at him. [i]Halloween. Its gotta be Halloween, right?[/i] He scoured his memory, hoping to find the date. [i]October 8th give or take, 1985. No way I was out cold two weeks.[/i] Hell, it was worth a shot, but knew he was grasping at straws.

“Hah, yeah… Nice costume man, uhm, Chewbacca, right? Where's Han?” Werner replied hopefully. He reached out and grabbed a handful of the creature’s arm hair with broken fingers and gave it a light tug. The town was coming to life now, and Werner caught sight of this. A massive snake with the upper body of a woman slithering between shops. Fairies darting to and fro, their tiny wings beating hard. A minotaur dressed in a suit and tie heading to work. Regular, everyday people were woven into these throngs of mythical creatures, never batting an eye at the skeleton standing in line to use the phone booth or the ghost floating next to them. “That’s… Not a costume, is it?” Werner said weakly as he let go of the creature’s arm. 

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