Here's a short short I made in honor of the holiday. Happy Halloween everyone :)
The pitter patter of rain, the cool of an evening breeze, the soft flicker of candlelight as they bring life to the smiling faces of the pumpkins. It is all so surreal, so familiar, like something you might find on the surface this time of year. But down here it is different.. oh so very different.. for down here the rain does not come from the clouds, but instead the little drops come from the cracks in the ceilings. The breeze does not come from a autumn wind but from the pipes that dangle from the walls, the very cool coming from the cool of the ocean.
The living may find the holiday to be a wicked one, a cause for jest and devil worship, but that doesn't really matter.. the last of them died hours ago. But you shouldn't worry, for tonight at least the halls are not empty, far from it. The wrecked halls and ruined city are alive with music and laughter, shouts and cries, of dancing and merriment the likes of which have never been seen before. For you see today is our day and we will celebrate with the most grandest of parties.
You see there is something in the sea, something that does not belong, and it's not a fish or a coral or even a tiny bit of plankton. It is the grand city of Rapture, and there's nothing but us ghosts here now. While our bodies lie in the rubble and rot, some poor souls even drifting in the sunken remains of the city, our spirits live on trapped in this place but no longer bothered by it. Instead we dance and we sing and we celebrate a day devoted to the likes of us. For you see our lives were grand and so shall be our afterlives.
We dance on and on, hands held tightly and faces hidden behind the masks that hid the deformities that mocked us so as we slowly lost our minds. We dance and we sing and we forget the hardships of the year, the horrors of the sickness and that ADAM that brought it all upon us. We sing and we laugh, the music and laughter the only things to be heard since the ghostly feet do not make a sound as they glide across the floor. We do not eat so instead we group into pairs and talk about the wealth and the fame and the riches of our former lives like nothing had ever changed. We speak of our families, our children, our pets and our homes. We speak of the night and who has danced with who.
The lights of the candles flicker, then dies, the faces of the smiling pumpkins fade darkening until they look as dead as the rest of the city's inhabitants. The laughter dies as well as do the songs, the feet stop moving and hands are released. Our fun is over, and our night is done. We all take a look at each other, whispers of farewells are the only things that echo in the ballroom now.. we return to our posts.. the places of our death and haunt the halls of Rapture once more. Awaiting the day we may once again gather together and play the songs of our youths and move to the dances of our lives. We once again wait for the day known as Halloween, the day of the dead, the day we are free to throw the party unlike any other and celebrate in a way we could not when we were alive.