It was a Halloween night. You watched the kids in their costumes with their family knock at people’s doors for candy as you walked down the lively looking neighborhood that was decorated in Halloween decorations.

But the peaceful atmosphere was disrupted when you saw a man walking down the same neighborhood as you. He was at least about 6’11 feet tall, wore a black fancy suit, black colored doll buttons that seemed that they were actually stitched inside his eye sockets, black deadly claws that look like they can tear flesh, slick back black colored short hair. All of it seemed too realistic to be just a Halloween costume.

You noticed that he was actually coming right up to you and held his claw-like hand out to you with a very wide sharp-toothed grin. The one that didn’t quite fit into a human mouth. “Such a fine evening tonight, isn't it? One that begs for a simple question... Trick or treat?” He asked, his voice sounding raunchy and all static, like hearing it from a old radio.