Halloween Candy

I wrote this for all the halloween contests that were going on, so if you don't want to be freaked out, i would say to not read this! :) I usually don't write gross stuff, but this is the only exception! Read if you dare!!

On the busy, dark streets of Renolds, Michagan, children and adults alike were combing the streets in bright and unique costumes, empty pillowcases or pumpkin-shaped baskets in thier hands. A particularily large group of giggling teenagers made their way across the houses, bellowing "TIRCK OR TREAT" into the unsuspecting inhabitants and collecting their candy. It was a normal halloween night; spirits were in the air, candy was on the ground, and screams were soon to be heard.

 

The third house down on Merryweather Lane was a quite one. No cheap, flashing decorations dotted the front lawn, no warm, inviting candy-giver waited for the trick-or-treaters at his door. Instead, it was dark, and the lawn was so unkept that is seemed that it was empty as well. But in the house lived an old couple, tired of the world and its strange ways, and contempt to just at home with a nice bit of newspaper.

But, tonight being Halloween, this quite couple was soon to be disrupted every few minutes with the loud donging of the doorbell. This year, though, the old couple had a little game themselves that would ease this suffering.

 

The large group of teenage trick-or-treaters approached the middle house on Merryweather court, giggling and shivering in the cold october air.

"Ooh, that's a spooky looking house," came the whisper a princess wearing a fluffy pink dress, glitter smeared all over her cheeks.

"Yeah right, Sharon, it's not even decorated," snorted a pirate from the middle of the group, but he gribbed his plastic sword uncertainly.

"But Sharon's right, it looks like no one lives in it. Let's go to the next house, Nick, skip this one."

Nick snorted again. "Oh come on, there must be lots of candy in that house! I say we go." And with that he led the way up the small steps to the porch, lifting his hand to ring the doorbell.

They could here a deep dong come from within the house, echoing off the walls and rooms. Nothing else could be heard, no approaching footsteps or flick of light switch.

"Ooh, I don't like this, let's go!" Sharon pleaded, hiding her face with her fingers. Nick sighed and was just about to turn away when the door opened with a snap, making Nick almost trip over the stairs. Sharon screamed, several others gasped.

It was the old man of the house, and he looked old indeed. Wrinkles carved their way through his face like a badly cut sculpture, and age had frozen the scowl upon his face. He waqs holding a bowl stacked with strangly wrapped toffees and sweets, and with a grunt he threw them into the bags of the trick-or-treaters, not even stopping to say "Happy Halloween," or "Have a nice night,". Instead, he sneered and slammed the door in their faces, leaving every single one of them speechles, eyebrows raised high.

"What a strange old man," came the squeaky voice of girl dressed as vampire.

Nick dug into his bag to find the candy the man had given. It was oddly shaped, and wrapped in a colorful logo that was unfamilar to him. "The old geezer probably got cheap candy too, i doubt any of this will taste any good."

"I don't know, I really like toffee, maybe it will be good after all." protested a 15 year-old Frankenstein.

Still chattering on about the rudeness of the man, the group moved on, not giving the strange incident, or strange candies another thought.

 

Back in the house, the old man made his way to the kitchen, were a few candles were glimmering slightly. His wife stood near the sink, cutting up slabs of meat, which she later threw into the frying pan.

"More kids, Alfred?" she aske calmly, as the man slid down into a chair with a groan.

"Yeah, more stupid, nasty little buggers."

His wife chuckled, stiring the steaming frying pan absentmindedly. "You have to admit that this year is a bit more interesting though. Do you think they'll like them?"

Alfred sneered. "Like them? Even if they don't like them, they'll still gobble them down like the bunch of savages that they are." He strolled over to his wife, eyeing the cooking meat with a look of pity.

"Poor little Freddie. Didn't know what was coming to him, did he?"

"Oh but we had to do it, Alfred, you know we needed some meat for our little prank."

Alfred sighed, picking up a piece of the meat with his fingers. "Yes, but he was such a sweet child. I suppose that's why he cooks so well."

"And he tastes absolutely divine when covered with the sugar coating for the candies."

Alfred's wife pointed to the pile of meat-candies she had laid out to wrap in the bright colored paper, covered with a fake logo.

"True." Alfred replied, and he couldn't help smiling as he thought of their little joke. "Poor, poor Freddie. He really didn't know what was coming to him." 

Reviews

[the-One-with-the-Darkne..]

Very good. Just like the old fairy tales

[Samuel Dickens]

Well, the old fairy tales are just full of children getting cooked in a pot. A bit of irony, huh? Feeding kids to the kids. A worthy tale, Fantasy Writer.