The Little Trick 'r Treater

    Halloween, what a splendid time of year. It's the year where little kiddies dress up as ghouls and goblins and go trick 'r treating all through the night for candy. And its the only time I can run around in a hockey mask without having the police called on me, but that's a completely different story. This certain Halloween, however, is going to be just a little more disturbing for seventeen year old Scott Markims. For you see, this Halloween night he will remember forever.

  Almira Wa.
  Pretty Much Midnight. Give or take ten seconds.

  Scott was waiting around for a friend to show up to take them to a party in the next town. Down town in the middle of the night, Scott waited at the old cafe. Of course there were some trick 'r treaters walking around still, but now it seemed like all of them were going home, getting as late as it was. Scott still sat on the steps of the cafe, waiting in the cold night for his ride. "Where are you man," he asked himself. About twelve minutes passed by, and Scott still waited. He was beginning to become peturbed with his friend and was ready to leave, that is, until he saw another trick 'r treater. Except, this trick 'r treater was walking along the road all alone, wearing a pink bunny costume with a pig mask that covered her face entirely. There was something odd though, just something strange about this girl. Scott could feel something eerie about her so he called out, "Hey! Are you alright?"

  He waited for a response. But the little girl just continued to walk down the street slowly. Scott stood from the steps of the cafe where he was seated and walked to the girl. "Are you alright?" he asked again. Still, though, there was no response. This time, standing closer to her, Scott saw something on her costume. It was little spots of blood! Now Scott knew something was wrong with this girl. He grabbed her shoulder gently to turn her around. When she turned, he saw blood splattered like a river down the girl's costume. "What happened?" Scott asked. Scott took off the little girl's mask to see who he was talking to, and, it wasn't what he expected at all. The side of her jaw was smashed in, her nose was completely busted, her head had a ton of dents in it, and her eyes were ghostly white. Oh yes, this little girl was dead. And as for Scott, he ran away as quick as a horse when you shoot a gun in the air.

  The next day, Scott woke up in his house where he stayed the entire night with his door locked (and also barricaded with desks and jores, just for safety percautions). When he turned on the TV, he told himself it was late and he was half asleep. Believing in his little story he then decided to watch TV to calm himself down. An emergency news report soon popped on the TV, saying that a girl's body was found an hour ago in the bushes behind the old Cafe. She was wearing a pink bunny costume, and wearing a pig mask. She apparently was beaten to death by a crow bar. They didn't show her face on the TV, but Scott sat there in shock knowing that last night, he saw a ghost. A real ghost.... The End.