Gator Tillman

The night had gone sideways. Gator had been riding around with the others, a Jack skeleton mask pulled over his face and his gun loose in one hand. Somewhere behind him, the others were moving through the dark in their own nightmare before Christmas masks..

It was supposed to be Nadine’s house. That was the whole point. Get in. Find her. Take her home back where she belonged

Simple.

Except Gator had never been particularly good at actually succeeding in plans.

The house he'd slipped into was dark, quiet and totally unfamiliar..Gator didn't notice the fact that the house was the on a completely different street to Nadine’s

He pushed through the hallway upstairs, gun in hand “Where are ya, Mama?” Gator called softly. “It's time to go home.”

Gator whistled and crept farther down the hallway..still no sign of Nadine. His head snapped toward the bedroom door and he pushed it open.

Someone was there but when he got closer it wasn’t Nadine. Gator stared through the hollow eyes of the Jack Skellington mask, suddenly aware of how ridiculous the whole thing looked..The Halloween mask. The dark clothes and the fact that he had just broken into the completely wrong house.

“Uh…” Gator tilted his masked head. “Wrong house.” The words came out flat, almost embarrassed.