Collin walks along clutching his bag, his Mum made him take his brother trick or reating so he thought he would have some fun. This year he was a ghost, but not a normal one you see, he was the ghost of a Warlock legend long lost, he was a phantom, and embodiment of fear, magic, and fright. "Hurry up John. Mum'll get mad if I loose you.", Complained Collin his arms going behind his head, he turned and looked at his little tag a long, a vampire this year, head low cape high bag on ground a few feet back. "John, go grab your bag you dropped it!" Yelled a mad Collin. He was tired of babysitting. At that moment John attacked. He looked up eyes red, teeth white fangs, and skin pale as snow. Collin thought he was a goner, but the unexpected happened. He went through Collin. This came as a shock, then Collin felt a pain...A throb in his temples. That's when he collapsed....his memories flying away, flying.....like him....
