“Come down,” she urged the child. “It is not safe up so high in the tree.” She reached out her arms. They were very long. They would catch the child.
“No,” said the child.
“You will fall and hurt yourself,” she smiled kindly with all of her teeth.
“You will hurt me more.”
“There is no pain in my embrace,” she reassured, her eyes pleading like hungry black holes.
“You will eat me.”
“It will hurt less than falling,” she promised, her tongue forked like a snake’s.
Something a little spooky for October.