A House

[Moni]

This is a house.

It is a regular suburban house with three bathrooms, five bedrooms, a kitchen, two family rooms, a bunch of hallways, a basement, and a garage. It has one walk-in closet. It was constructed cheaply because it is a house just like all the surrounding houses from finished parts; all the construction crew really had to do was drive the rooms here and put them together like a puzzle.

But tonight, this house seems to be different somehow. The windows are tilted ever so slightly inwards, the roof is droopy, and you swear that the stairs to the door is curved in something that resembles a frown. Weirder still is the Halloween decoration: a gigantic bat mask extends from one point of the roof to the other, and a "cape" drapes all around it.

There is also a pile of ripped costumes on the front lawn, all of differing sizes. In front of that is a blackboard. In smudged, multi-colored chalk, it reads:

T R I C K O R T R E A T !

Oh...

Or, I guess you're welcome to trick-or-treat here...

Somehow, you feel sorry for this house, and you don't exactly know why. Maybe you should bring it candy. Or company. Or, you know, just go trick-or-treating; I'm sure it won't mind.

[Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff)]

An appalling sort of creature sneaks through the shadows, sniffing the air...or at least, moving her head up and down as if doing so. She trots towards the house in a very humanoid manner, paws crunching on the grass, until she sees and senses the House.

The pile of ripped costumes alarms her, but she reminds herself, that, although made of fiberglass, PVC, and faux fur, she DOES have teeth and claws should anything come to pass, and so continues forward.

The house seems dismal. Almost as if left out.

Though a dog/wolf/furry thing, she knows one thing: houses needed to be lived in.

So what is this odd creature to do but walk to the kitchen and begin cooking? Perhaps it would like something...

[Gelquie]

A hooded figure swishes forward and looks the house up and down. The way of the color chalk, the way it was decorated, was it... sentient? Was that even possible?

...Of course it was. It was Halloween. Besides, last Halloween, there were talking walls, so why not a sentient house?

It seemed to be trick or treating, and seemed forlorn about not getting to participate. The figure frowned, feeling sorry for the house. Perhaps it could give it something? But what could a house need... Do houses eat candy?

...Well, why not. They took one piece of candy out of their bag and placed it within the house. "I, uh, like your costume? Bat-house; no villain could ever stop you! ...And uh, I don't know if you eat candy. But uh, I could give you something... else? Like, uh..."

They rummage around in their cloak, looking for something to give to the house. "Hmm... Oh! You can have this mechanical pencil. It's already filled up and you can use it for making all sorts of markings wherever, help you with your... constructions? Or just for doodling. Or drafting. Or, um. Maybe it'll be useful. If not, I'm sorry."

They place the mechanical pencil in the house. Could houses even use mechanical pencils? The figured didn't know.

[downrightdude]

*steals silverware*

Happy Halloween! *leaves*

[Celestial]

A colourful caravan painted in the colours of dusk pulled by a dappled grey percheron horse approaches the house. Patterns painted upon it swirl and dance as it sways, its iron wheels careful to avoid the potholes on the road. A bell hangs from its back, ringing to announce the presence of the caravan. Sitting in the driver's seat is a lady wreathed mainly in a red and dark blue dress with a heavy skirt composed of many layers, covered in a purple silk shawl that is translucent in parts. Silver adorns her, from silver coins lining the edge of the shawl to silver beads that are sewn into her skirt in swirling patterns. A hood covers her face, save for a mysterious smile.

She stops the large horse outside the house and leaps off in one graceful motion, slowing her descent with her wings. "You poor thing", she says of the house. "Perhaps you could do with something to make your day a little better."

The lady goes into the back of her caravan and comes out with a layer cake covered in crumbs that smells sweet, almost cloyingly so. "Honey cake for you," she places the cake onto the lawn of the house. "Please enjoy."

With those words, she gets back into the driver's seat and flicks the reins of the horse. Despite its size, it trots lightly into the distance, leaving the house behind to enjoy its treat.