It's that time of the year again. There were pumpkins everywhere and people were busy hanging up spider webs and paper bats on their walls and rooftop. Relieved that those weren't real bats, the black haired male stepped away from the dusty window. He knew that by the time the sun had set, the monsters would be roaming the streets again. From what he understood, the monsters would go house to house and the residents had to pay them something. He couldn't see what those were, but perhaps that was how the human repay them, he thought. It has been like this for years, or ever since he woke up one day to find himself surrounded by unfamiliar houses and people. During daytime, the male would curl up in the wooden coffin which was getting a little too small for him. Night time was when he felt safe enough to leave his house so he could explore the quiet street. The vampire had been sleeping for so long, he barely remembered his own name - Zen. Not exactly a cool name for a vampire but hey, at least it's easy to remember ! As the skies turned dark, Zen creaked opened the front door and sat on the porch. He watched as the creatures of different sizes began coming out and knocked on the doors of the residents. Heaving a sigh, the vampire pulled his knees closer to his body. How he wished he could join them, but he hasn't spoken to a single soul for decades. The thoughts of communicating with another creature intimidated him, so he's content with just watching them from afar.