Trick-or-Treat!

The air was crisp as the sun began it's retreat. Kids were finishing up with their last minute costume touch ups as parents readied candies by the door. Timmy Marks was a ghost this year, and excited to crush his personal record of 121 treats collected.

"Put on your coat before you go!", his mother shouted. But of course that would ruin the costume, so Timmy left his coat at home. "And be sure to say your thank-yous!" Timmy's mother cared about raising her kids right.

Along the way he saw all sorts of fun costumes! From superheroes to squirrels, to pirates - Timmy was having a great time. And he'd already filled his plastic pumpkin half way! This was shaping up to be the best year yet, every house had the best treats, including one which gave out full size chocolate bars!

There was one house however which didn't have any lights on, but determined to break his record, Timmy wasn't going to continue on without knocking on the door.

He'd seen the guy who lived there before, a relatively new neighbor on the block. Mr. Whitaker was his name, a former combat veteran who walked with a limp.

Timmy knocked on the door, and from the side window he heard Mr. Whitaker call out, "who's at my door?".

"I'm a ghost!", Timmy exclaimed with excitement.

The door opened followed by a shotgun blast to Timmy's face.

Mr. Whitaker was no more a fan of ghosts as he was consistent in filling his PTSD medication.

The end.