Opening her eyes the girl frowned. She was slightly sleepy, and became aware that she was being talked to.
You are Sam Shadesprite, spirit of Halloween.
She realised it was the moon talking, and laughed.
"Thanks for telling me, but... Why am I a spirit? Why don't I remember anything?"
She caught sight of her reflection, and gaped. Orange hair was tied in a high bunch, and a purple eye winked from the left socket, with an orange one at the right. She grinned, and sharp white teeth bared in the reflection. A purple dress went to her knees, while a black cloak wrapped around her shoulders. Green and black striped tights clung to her knees and witches' boots were on her feet.
The water parted momentarily and what looked like her reflection was lifted out, but quickly she realised it was a girl who looked similar to her.
Purple hair in a bunch the opposite side to Sam's, with an orange dress in the same style. The tights, cloak, and shoes were the same, and the other girl's eyes opened. Sam became very interested at this, staring. This girl's right eye was purple, and her left was purple.
"Haine Shadesprite?" She murmured it quietly, and saw Sam near her. Sam stared. This girl was near identical to her, with the same name to boot. They both heard the voice again.
You are the twin spirits of Halloween.
Two hundred and forty years had passed since then, and it was the night of nights, the night where children screamed in fear, ate candy and went around as pale imitations of what the girls knew to be monsters. They linked arms, and laughed at the same time. It was cold, a good night to cause shivers up spines. Stripy legs moved at the same time, and two voices hummed a song barely recognisable as the usually deep voiced 'This Is Halloween' for all its innocence in tone. Of course, if you saw them you would drop that opinion. Their faces held a look of mischief that completely shot any theory of them being sweet young girls out of the water. Ghosts appeared and shook children's arms, or breathed on the back of their necks. The girls heard a laugh and twirled, hand in hand, to see a man with grey skin and amber eyes. The look of mischief grew wicked and they rushed up, hugging him around his waist.
"Greetings, Uncle!" They chorused it with a naive tone, but the elder spirit fixed them with a look of untrusting mirth. They grinned.
"How is the great Pitch Black enjoying the show?" Sam asked, her purple eye winking at the same time as Haine's. No matter that her eyes were wider, it was still unnerving.
Pitch raised an eyebrow. "Delicious fear is everywhere, so I must admit this is enjoyable." He ruffled their hair and they stood on tiptoe to peck his cheek before disappearing in a whirl of shadow to someplace else.
In York, it started to rain pumpkins, in Paris ghosts sprang from corners, in Castries skulls clattered down staircases. The spirits were well and truly about, laughing in unison and giving everyone a fright, before the children started finding candy mysteriously in their pockets. Clasping each other's hands, they grinned, seeing it mirrored in the face before them.
"This is great, for scaring! Tonight is Halloween!" They chorused it, before feeling a chill themselves and looking up, they saw a blue clad figure flying over.
"Oh, boo!" Haines said crossly. Sam wrinkled her nose in agreement, and turned to her sister.
"Jack Frost." Her tone showed distaste, and a group of bats appeared and started chasing after the winter spirit. Haine giggled.
"That should teach him," she said, and they laughed again, skipping away while above the sound of distress rang out. Why should they care? If Jack Frost made it snow then there would be a reason for cold spots and breezes, hardly something you would want on Halloween.