Swin did it

When Cherub’s Day’s around the corner, people tend to draw hearts while chomping up as much chocolate as possible. For me, the day was all about the antics of two man eaters, and a card saying: sorry, but the monster has devoured it all. At dusk I was haunted by the lady in black and was rushed towards a chip chop. Still gulping in some good soul food we rushed into the visual centre were dead was about to be brought alive again. It started out looking in the demented head of a loner, followed by a meeting with two old friends. Needles to say the latter was less dark and more humorous. They even had a good point: why do people wage war about the moon, when progress can’t solve the worlds more urgent problems? After a brief intermezzo, we listened at the manic wailing of a ghost. When the lights faded to black, we all were idly waiting for Godot... too bad he didn’t show up. Why we were waiting for him? Absolutely no idea, better luck next time. 
Eventually, while still remembering ancient times, we were gently kicked out of the establishment. The drive home remained the same:  through dark leaved tunnels. And even if this sounds a bit gloomy, it truly was a bliss prolonging the contract.