“The Hollow Parade” 🕸️
Every October thirty-first, the town held a parade. But not for the living.
At midnight, the streets filled with silent figures in masks. No music. No footsteps. Just the sound of wind brushing against old costumes.
One year, a curious girl followed them. She wore no mask. She just wanted to see where they went.
They led her to the edge of town, where the road turned to mist.
One figure turned to her and whispered, “You forgot your mask.”
She laughed. “I’m not part of the parade.”
The figure tilted its head. “You are now.”
She blinked—and found herself wearing a mask she didn’t recognize. Her voice was gone. Her feet moved without her.
The parade continued.
By morning, no one remembered her name.
But every Halloween, one mask in the parade looks a little too new.
Stake : jo02🕸️