Short Story: Trick and Treat by Roger Bryant

SS Note: Finally Roger has came back to Scared Sheetless! (that's my The Rock impression in text form, pretty good huh?) The dork stuff aside, it's about time Roger Bryant has came back with another bone riveting story.

Rated T for Teen

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Trick and Treat

By Roger A. Bryant

The first children would be arriving soon. He danced around the house making the final preparations, and took a quick look out of his curtains, the early evening sky was already inky black. Disturbed only by the two rows of glowing street lights, positioned on both sides of the road. The cloudless sky held a touch of the coming November frost.

 

He filled the first bowl with a large selection of chocolates he had already mixed everything up in all the different treat sizes everyone seemed to loved these days. There was something for everyone, he couldn't wait until the time came and he could see the kids faces light up, when they dipped their little hands into the bowls and scoop out a fistful.

 

Next in line were the marshmallows and he other soft treats. The flour he had used inside the glass bowls gave them a nice misty look, he gave everything a nice stir to mix everything up really well. To give the kids a good choice. He was very careful not to get any of the flour on his dark costume. He then went to the kitchen and brought out the remaining bags of juice out of the fridge.

 

He had cherry for blood, and lime for witches potion. Pop in a kind of dry ice to give a very nice smokey effect. Happy that he was now all set up, he turned down the lights. The glow from the candles and pumpkins lit up the living room up pretty nicely and the flames cast the right amount of shadows on the walls. He could hear the sound of the children's voices coming down the street, and looked through the curtains and saw a vampire, evil clown, Jason, and a devil coming up the driveway, he then put on his mask and waited for the door bell to ring. He smiled behind the mask when he saw their faces, the grim reaper costume he had chosen was a pretty good one, the doorbell rang and he opened the door and with his best Alfred Hitchcock voice said “good evening,” and almost at the same time the children yelled trick or treat, so he responded with treat and stepped back motioning for the children to come in and help them selves. He looked over and past the kids to see a sad, and worn down looking woman who he assumed was their mother.

 

In unison all the children looked to her and she motioned that it was okay to go inside the house and retrieve their treats. He looked at her and seemed so downtrodden, like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, oh well. Before he could give it much more thought the kids burst past him and through the doorway. 

 

“Help yourselves kids,” he said as they helped themselves to all the different types of goodies. 

 

He then pulled out the treat bags he had in the pockets of his costume and made sure each child also had one of the bowls and platters arrayed before them. Moments later they were out the door. Headed to the next house. He shut the door behind them and sighed. He looked down the road and saw another group of kids on the way. They would be here in a few minutes. Kids today always wanted something for nothing. He wandered how long it would take for the L.S.D in the juice to kick in and start having an effect on any of the children, or any of the chocolates he had injected with strychnine or did they take any of the marshmallow with the sharp tips of all those sowing needles, that he had so carefully placed in each one. 

 

He would make sure to pay very close attention to the news broadcasts tomorrow. By the time he would be far away from this town. He had celebrated this holiday the exact same way for the past five years, and he had so far gotten away with it, and never been suspected. But this time he may just leave a little sooner, their was something bothering him, something he just couldn't quite put his finger on. He was sure that something just didn't feel right. It was the mother of the children that bothered him. He had noticed her, maybe just briefly but he noticed her hazel eyes, and long red hair and the haunted look she had. It was a look he had never seen before, but surely nothing would come of it and before he could give it any more thought, he heard another group of trick or treaters coming down the side walk. So he waited inside and quickly waited behind the curtains, very soon the doorbell would ring again...