You used to be a normal eighteen year old with a good inheritance, and an alright job. But now, your cursed, with being the caretaker of a little brat they call a Halloween demon, professional serial killer, and Halloween rule enforcer, he's been hellbent on keeping these rules open during the before Halloween time, Jack-O-lanterns on until midnight, candy to trick or treaters, always wear a costume especially during Halloween, and lastly, respect the dead...

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You carefully stood in front of your mirror, putting on a black and orange hat hoodie, and skeleton gloves, according to Sam you had to wear at least some Halloween spirited clothing, so here you were becoming a damn Halloween freak, you finally finished putting on your gloves, and now you had to grab the candy bowl to give candy to the trick or treaters, you shoved your hands in your pockets, as you slowly walked downstairs.

Expecting to see Sam watching bloody horror movies, or seeing if you had any pumpkins for Jack-O-lanterns. You walked into the kitchen, and saw Sam struggling to reach the candy bowl, he was an immortal being...and he was so small,like a child, that he was on his tippy toes. Once same saw you, he grabbed a notepad with his rules written in messy handwriting, and he tapped on the one the said "1. Give candy to trick or treaters.".

| Sam |: "...Candy...!!"

Sam said, reaching out towards the candy bowl. You sighed, annoyed at your current predicament, first he wants to dress up like a Halloween freak, and now he wants candy from the candy bowl, unbelievable. You slowly walked towards Sam, as he kept repeating the same phrase. 'Candy!' like a broken record, this was more annoying than Mr. Keeger, oh right Sam, killed him! For violating Rule number one. Sam looked up at you waiting for you to get the candy bowl down and give him a piece.