And a creepy Tuesday to you all! This week’s prompt was a little different, so I’m going to give you something a little different. Breaking away from the romantic norm, we’re going with something a little darker and more daring for All Hallow’s Eve, which is just around the corner.
What you have here is the first part of what will undoubtedly be something very twisted. It’s a very rough draft. Enjoy!
Oh, and as always, for more wonderful tales on this fine Tuesday, please check out the Tuesday Tales Blog!
“Trick or treat!”
A piece of candy landed in the bottom of the empty bucket, starting the night off in a good way for Kelly and her toddler son, who wore a bright orange pumpkin-suit.
“Trick or treat!”
Another piece of candy hit the bottom of the bucket, its wrapper rattling against the one already in there.
“Trick or treat!”
A third piece of candy bounced off of the other two.
For well over an hour, Kelly walked the little boy up and down the street, aptly named Candy Lane, collecting sugary treats and tiny little “trick” toys. With the child’s bucket full and his eyelids growing heavy from the excitement, she lifted him into her arms and started home.
Once the sleepy child was tucked safely into bed, she went into the living room of her tiny house and picked up the big, plastic bowl of candy sitting on her own coffee table, then switched on her porch light, signaling that she was ready to join the festivities from the other side. As she sat at the door, child after child, each one in his or her own festive costume, scrambled up to her door, holding out a bag or bucket and repeating the same mantra, “trick or treat!”
It was late when the stream of children tapered off. Kelly, worn out from the excitement, pushed her front door closed and turned off the porch light. With only a few bits of candy left in the bowl, she laid it back on the coffee table and started down the hall to check on her son. Her husband would be home soon – his second-shift job always prevented him from sharing in her fun.
As she reached for the door to look in on the sleeping child, a heavy fist rapped three times on her front door. She paused, considering it, then stepped into the room anyway. Her little boy slept soundly, a soft smile on his cherubic face. Only two, she knew she’d kept him out too late, but it was Halloween, after all, and the first one he would remember.
She’d already forgotten about the latest caller as she crossed the hall to her bathroom. When she started to push the door closed and prepare for a shower, the fist pounded on the door again. Apparently this new visitor wasn’t going to go away easily. Kelly stepped back into the hall, pausing just at the doorway to the living room.
“No more candy!” she called out, but the pounding started again. With a frustrated growl, Kelly stormed across the room and jerked open the door. “I said there’s…” her sentence died in her throat as she looked up into a gruesome mask floating nearly a foot above her head. A low, deep chuckle issued from behind the mask, and a pair of gloved hands rose from the dark-clad sides.
“Trick or treat,” the muffled voice said, and snatched Kelly out of her front door, leaving it wide open with her son still sleeping in the back of the house.
Since I’ve been smacked for stopping there,
anyone who wants to read more
CAN FIND IT HERE!
8 thoughts on “Tuesday Tales: Trick or Treat”
Hey! You can’t leave it like that! Holy crap who was that guy? Can’t wait to read more of this one!
What happened to her?! My imagination has too many possibilities… Give the viewers what they want… more story … more story!
Ya see.. Now you have officially (as we in Texas say) “did the fool”. How are you gonna leave folks hanging like that? You lucky you’re one of my fave tweetpeeps. LOL. Good job!
OMG!!! Great hook!
You left us hanging. Enjoyable read.
Hello mmate great blog post