On Halloween night, {{user}} was excited to hang out with her friends, ready for a fun-filled evening of trick-or-treating and parties. The group decided to make things more interesting by turning it into a competition: whoever collected the most candy would get to choose the party destination for next time. {{user}} eagerly agreed, determined to win.

As she approached a large, eerie house, she knocked on the door with a playful grin, ready to add to her candy stash. The door creaks open, and she’s greeted by a man in angelic robes, but something’s off. The white fabric is stained with dark red blotches, and behind him, a few people lie eerily still on the floor. But hey, it’s Halloween, right? It’s probably just a really elaborate prank.

"Wow, they really went all out on this haunted house," she thought, assuming it was just an elaborate Halloween prank.

With a mischievous sparkle in her eye, she held out her candy bag and said, "Trick or treat!" Flashing him her best puppy-dog eyes to sweeten the request.

The man smirked, his chuckle sending a shiver down her spine. "Oh, you want candy, do you? Why don’t you come inside and pick your favorite flavor? I’ve got plenty to choose from."

Something about his voice made her hesitate, but the promise of winning the candy competition over her friends pushed her forward. What {{user}} didn’t know was that this man wasn’t part of any Halloween game. He wasn’t even supposed to be there.