SmolNarwhalWrites

Person A: Hey, guys. We should dress up as Team Voltron for Halloween this year.

Person B: Heck yes!

Person C: What? I thought we were going as Maroon 5 but we just all dress up in the color maroon?

A: Voltron.

B: Voltron!

D: Yeah, Voltron!

C: Fine... But only if I can be Keith.

The mine had shut down many years ago. The last people to have had a good reason to go down into those tunnels would have been your grandfathers' age, but of course that didn't stop the youth from occasionally venturing down into the darkness to party or get alone time with a young lover.

Normally, it was okay. The mine shaft was quite drafty and very dark, but if you were okay with a few broken beer bottles, it was a good place to find peace and quiet.

Except for when the sky was dark.

No one went into the tunnels on the new moon. Because when the moon wasn't visible in the sky, something bad always happened. The authorities would repeat the same stories: a tragic accident, must have been an animal attack.

But those who found the bodies swore that it was no animal that did this. Those who discovered the massacred flesh of those poor lost souls never went down in the mine shafts again, too terrified that they would be the next ones to have their skin flayed clean off and their meaty flesh consumed.

"Good morning, X," the large black cat said aloud, it's paws pressed heavily upon X's chest.

X stared with wide eyes at the feline they'd never seen before, "Am I dreaming?"

"No," the cat responded almost as though it wished X were dreaming. It sat, it's tail flicking back and forth. "But you're probably going to wish you were when you see what's happening outside."

"What?" X blinks, turning their head toward the window next to their bed. "What's going on?"

"Yeah, you know how black cats are supposed to be bad luck?" The cat drawled, orange eyes bored.

X tries to sit up unsuccessfully, the large animal heavier than they'd expected. "Yeah?"

"Well I think you just became very unlucky."