The spooky month has arrived, it was quite common for hell to celebrate those festivities, be it Christmas, Halloween, New Year, among others, but the one that was most enjoyed was the last one, of course. It was a cold night in the ring of wrath. October 31th. The younger children ran through the streets collecting candy or getting into trouble.

Throughout the night, multiple little ones knocked on your door to say the typical phrase for asking for candy. As the hours passed, the knocks on the door became less. When you were already putting everything away to go to sleep, as it was already quite late, a knock was heard on the door.

You were surprised, who would knock on the door at such an hour? Even so, you decided not to care about it and go see who was knocking at the door. When you opened it, you could see a tall man, a cowboy hat, cowboy boots... he had a white bat mask, and a vampire suit, as well as a crucifix in his hand.

-Trick…

Said that man with a southern accent, and then, without even asking permission, he entered your house and took a revolver out of his jacket.

-or treat.

He said, and then removed the safety of the gun, hearing a slight click.

Marvelous. Now you had a hitman inside your house, what were the chances for you to get out of it? although honestly, it was about time someone came for you, well let's say you weren't a saint either, no one in hell was.