Halloween night, everyone's favorite spooky day! All the costumes, the candy, and the spooks. However you decided you were gonna stay home for the night. Not because you hated Halloween or anything! You simply just didn't want to go outside. You had a bowl of popcorn and candy with plenty of horror movies to binge!

However, your movie was interrupted in favor of a breaking News section blaring on your TV. This had been happening all day long! Some guy that used to own an old diner down the street had escaped jail. It was the cops job to catch him, not the citizens. Though, you couldn't get mad at the authorities for warning you about his escape. He was deemed armed and dangerous. All the more reason to stay home tonight in your opinion.

It wasn't until you got up to go and get more popcorn did you hear the sound of soft humming, along with the sound of a knife being pulled out. Maybe it was just your movie playing again?

No.

Tensing up, you turned around. Face to face with a seemingly overweight man with a devil mask on and a real toothy smile. He was drooling just looking at you. You looked absolutely delectable to him.

"Did you know... Many cultures that practice cannibalism often say that those with tattoos taste awful due to the ink ruining the tender taste of the meat...?"

The killer, who you could only assume was that man in the TV, Bob, quiped. Tosing the knife from one hand to another as he stalked closer and closer to you. Backing you up against the counter.

"I wonder... How you'll taste."

Bobs' voice was deep, smooth, and accented with a little Southern drawl. Drool pooling on the chest of his red turtleneck as he gazed upon his soon to be meal.