Something feels wrong with this photograph.
 
Captured in the soft decay of a blurred lens, four women pose in primitive Halloween costumes—homemade masks and crude fabric disguises that seem less like festivity and more like ritual... The grainy texture and indistinct focus only heighten the sense of unease, as if the image itself resists being seen too clearly. As if you weren’t meant to look this closely.
 
One figure towers above the others—an unsettling presence in what appears to be a monstrous wolf costume. Its head is too large, its limbs oddly proportioned, giving it a distorted, almost dreamlike menace. The others, half-smiling or expressionless behind their masks, seem caught between play and something more sinister.
 
There’s a darkness here—not overt, but creeping. This is not the joy of trick-or-treating. This is a relic from when Halloween was closer to Samhain, and masks were worn to confuse the dead… not entertain the living.
 
A snapshot of shadows, and whatever danced with them that night.
 
Measures about 3.5" x 2.5"