Lilith walked along the side walk. Children passed her by with faces of joy. Unlike them her was filled with dread .<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"how is this such a great holiday its a change for kids to get razor blades in candy "</span><br/><br/>Arriving to the graveyard she noticed a woman petting what happened to be a gargoyle.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"wait that's impossible but then again nothing is"</span><br/><br/>Lilith Noticed that the woman had an strange vibe she couldn't figure it out but the feeling was like it was all familiar to her. this strange, but usual vibe was familiar to her but she could figure it out why. Still this was comforting as strange as it was to her. The Grave yard wad her sanctuary and her inspiration to write her novels.<br/><br/>"nice dog?" she asked the woman who clearly knew what this thing was.