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Pam returned from the greenhouse in the field west of their home, noticing the sudden build up of spiderwebs on the porch's rails. She did a double take at the black cat in the window before she realized it was just cut from construction paper.
"Harley!" she called once inside, trying to figure out where the blonde had procured all of the tattered black cheesecloth that was now draped over every surface in the parlor. Turning the corner to the dinning room, she saw a variety of pumpkins and gourds pleasantly arranged on the battered table and a pile of craft supplies at one place setting.
Harley backed in through the swinging door that lead to the kitchen, her headphones on and holding three stuffed ravens and a jar of rubber spiders.
"'Cuz I could thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try!" she sang, then jumped and dropped everything when she saw her wife. She pulled her headphones down.
"Pammy! You scared me!"
"It looks to me like that's what you're trying for." Pam helped collect the fake arachnids scattered on the floor, leaning in and kissing the other's cheek softly.
"It's October now." Harley placed the birds on the table. "We should get in the spirit of the season. Would you help me hang these up?" She picked up two paper bats from the pile.
"Harley, you've got to be kidding me!"
"What?"
"NO BATS!!"