The neighbors for awhile have had assumptions about me, whispering rumors to each other of me being strange... perhaps even a witch? I choose Halloween night as the evening when I would put all of the rumors to rest, for at least one individual. This naive man is one I've had my eye on for quite sometime, recently divorced with little family. I claim I desire to let him in for a few drinks. Well, at least one... a drink that brings him down to the perfect size for me, storing him within a jar before clutching him between my colossol fingers. This, this is exactly the sweet treat I've been craving, who's to say Halloween isn't for carnivorous succubus giantesses?