Looking up from the doorstep decapitated marmalade heads grin deliriously in their dismemberment.
Emaciated faces peer through windows festooned with cobwebs accompanied by their makers.
Leathered wings beat rhythmically against creaking gutters.
Russet leaves litter the barren driveway awaiting uninvited guests.
Uninvited they may be but come they will with fangs and claws and broomsticks and capes.
Ravenously they will devour everything in sight leaving once overflowing vestibules empty.
Once satiated they flee, laughter in their wake.
Within seconds they descend upon another abode.
Inhabitants sit near crackling fires awaiting the insatiable horde with nervous anticipation.
Every now and then they rise to check supplies praying they will have enough to see them through the night.
Hearts thrumming, they keep their treasures within reach hoping what they have chosen will please the maddening crowd.
Appease them so they will not exact their terrible revenge.
It is not time yet but soon…
Tick, tick, tick
Night has fallen.
Disparate fog now covers the pregnant moon high above.
Crunch, crunch, crunch
Leaves are crushed to dust.
They are approaching.
There is no escape.
It is too late to turn off your lights.
To pretend you’re not home.
It is too late for you.
They are here.
Their shrill cry rings throughout the night.
Trick a Treat.
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