Halloween Special

What's today? I think it's important. Not a birthday... hmm. Maybe the Fall Festival? Not for a week. "Sandra?" A voice called. "Coming, mom!" I trotted down the stairs, the scent of pancakes wafting up. Horror made my blood run cold. "Mom?" I stared at her pale face, her bloodshot eyes, the blood dripping off her hands. "Where's dad?" I whispered. She didn't answer. "Mom?" I gave her a little tap, as though that would make everything okay again. She tumbled to the ground. A tear ran down my cheek. I walked to the window and took a breath. Then I turned around. Shakily, I walked over to her and set her head in my lap. "Mom?" I whispered. "Please get up." I heard a creak behind me. Then I screamed as she jumped up. She pulled off her face-no, mask- and grinned, and dad walked in. "Happy halloween, hun!"