Trick Or A Treat?

Trudging through the puddles the rain had trailed, I stepped into the radiant porch light.

I stood, examining the blood red door that stood before me.

I rung the doorbell once. The eerie sound echoed in my eardrums.

Instantly, the door stood ajar revealing nothing, but a darkness as black as Dracula's own cape.

A tenuous haze began to journey towards me.

I watched in awe as a figure appeared.

Suddenly a melancholy face blanketed with white emerged from the dark.

I couldn't help but stand with my mouth a gaped and my feet glued on the spot.

I stared in silent horror as he opened his mouth, revealing two brilliantly

sharp teeth.

He sunk his teeth in my throat while I stood paralyzed with fear.

I looked up to the starry night before I fell into my own.

-#421 From the perspective of a trick or treater.