Deep from the shadows, she formed from the swirling mist. Her shape was distinguishable, though vague and oddly ominous. She was eager for your scent, hungry at the heat she could smell on your skin as you started to sweat with anxiety under her scrutiny. Offered one last chance for orgasm, she could hardly hold back her drooling. She was salivating openly over tasting you, boasting with bold lust as how she would savor your digestion. How could you foresee this being from the shadows? Her ghastly darkness was penetrating, nearly all consuming. Just as you thought your Halloween couldn't get any worse, she unleashed a pulsating member on you, a tongue from the murky gloom of what must have been her throat. She pulled you in completely, so quickly, and just like that, you were gone, whole and all. Her belches of approval fueled her grisly transformation. The shadows grew bigger with each digestion burp. There is no escaping the shadows that lurk around every corner.