Ah, it's that time again. Hallow's Eve? Ah, no, Halloween now. It USED to be Hallow's Eve. The night where the righteous are tested when all of their fears manifested to haunt them. As one of the creatures of the Hallowed Night, this "Holy Day" is nothing short of joyous for me.
That is, of course, what I used to say. Fear is immortal, as am I. Once, I was the Terror of the Wood, eager to prey on the flock of men, women, and children who strayed from their Shepherd. Today, I am Mr. Hannibal, a being in Human's skin, perfectly blended into their society. I eat with them, converse with them, and even play with their feeble species. For many of my kind, they curse my name for joining the rank of the Mortals. I simply see it as adaptation.
You are a human too, yes? I see it in your eyes. Much like the eyes of others. The fear within you is not of mere Heaven and Hell, but of each other. God's name is a commodity instead of a reverence. What was once reviled is now lusted after. The past makes you pale, and the future paralyzes you. Your existence frightens you. I could easily take advantage of your fears, but I would not be the Monster - I'd simply be an accomplice to what your true Monster is.
I suppose - now, what was that word... "retirement"? Yes, that's it. I suppose I am under retirement now, watching the world continue to grow without fears of old. Mayhaps your fears will twist again, and if that calls for The Terror, then I will answer. But, for now, I believe it's time for your treat. Care for an apple?