Fog swirled around Jenny’s boots as she walked, and skeletal branches grabbed at her hair. Moonlight filtered through the dark, damp leaves, and the ancient trees whispered and swayed.
It was a night for haunts and ghasts and goblins.
Something slithered a laugh in the bushes.
Jenny was quicker; she snatched the ghoul out of the air and snapped its neck.
Sighing, she slipped off the tiresome human skin, stretched her claws towards the starry sky, and bared her fangs.
The ghoul’s blood, salty and sweet, ran down her chin.
It was good to be home.
Author’s Note: Maybe monsters like coming home, too?