"Trick or Treat."

"Smell my feet."

"Give me something good to eat."

"If you don't, I don't care. I'll pull down your underwear."

This little rhyme being chanted by a group of children that stood on the doorstep. The group of four stood there. Their candy bags held at the ready position for when the door to the home opened. Each little child couldn't wait to get their hands on the sugary sweets that awaited them. Alas, something else awaited them behind this door. One of the braver kids reached up with his hand, and pointed a finger out as his hand neared the door. The boy quickly pushing the doorbell before bringing his hand back to side.

A low "ring ding dong" noise echoed onto the porch as the doorbell rang. All the kids jumping back as the old pinewood door swung open slowly. Inside the home was nothing but blackness. The cold air of the home brushing over the group as it reached the outside. A low creaking noise could be heard- the sound growing closer, and closer with each passing second.

"U-Um...t-trick o-or...treat," the small group said.

The figure that stood in the doorway simply smirked. Long tan fingers running through that bright blond hair. "Trick or treat indeed my childrend," the man said, a low chuckle slipping from his lips.

It all happened to quickly for the poor children to even register what was happening. One moment they saw a man standing in the doorway, and the next they were being into the house. Loud shrilling cries splitting the air as they were brought into the house. Each child clinging to the doorframe as they tried not to be into the blackness.

"You poor, poor thing," he said, reaching down with a hand. "There is nothing to be afraid of, little one," he said, prying the child's fingers off the door fram one by one as he spoke. The child's eyes going wide as he was into the home. All that was heard was the loud scream echoing down the halls of the home.

He smirked, "Welcome to 'Fright Night'. May all your nightmares come true."