People pretend to be scared of things that go bump in the night, but they’re lying to themselves. Fear is thrilling. The racing heart, prickling sensation, and unsteady breaths are signs of excitement and fear. Coincidence? I certainly don’t think so. Which is the first point I’ll make to her. After two years of being kept away, I’m back to collect what I’ve been without. My past. My future. My Trickster. The one who got me arrested. My stepsister. This Halloween, when everyone is shouting "trick or treat" to their neighbours, I’ll be hiding in the dark, making her heart race in both terror and pleasure. Scream for me, Trickster.