Lisa didn’t expect to feel so lonely. She had never considered Halloween a real holiday, but spending it alone still had a sting to it. At least when she was with Darren she didn’t feel so isolated from the world. Halloween had always been cozy with him, drinking tea and talking to the neighborhood kids who came to their home.
There weren’t a lot of families in her apartment building, but she had expected at least a couple of kids to show up. She had tried to start a conversation in the elevator today, asking the elderly woman from the fifth floor how many trick-or-treaters they usually saw. The woman had fixed her with an icy stare, “You better hope none show up. All Hallow’s Eve is when the lining between the worlds is at its thinnest. I’ll be keeping my door locked and I suggest you do the same.”
Perhaps the other residents felt the same way and had given the building a reputation for unfriendliness. It was a shame. Lisa liked seeing the costumes and it would have been a nice way to pass the evening.
Not a single child had shown up, but she was almost through the box of tiny chocolate bars. She put them in the kitchen to keep them out of sight, but she kept trekking back and forth to get a few more to eat in front of the television.
Lisa didn’t like horror movies very much and that seemed to be all that was on tonight. She ended up dozing off in front of the news until an insistent hammering on the door startled her awake. She was on her feet in an instant, a strange anxiety brewing in her stomach. She opened the door partway, leaving the door chain latched. A young blonde girl with pale skin and dark eyes peered at her expectantly.
“Oh gosh, you’re the first kid to show,” Lisa said, unhooking the latch. “Hang on just a sec, I’m sure I have some candy left.” She dashed to the kitchen, leaving the girl waiting.
There were a few candy bars left at the bottom of the box, and Lisa was ashamed to realize how many of them she had eaten. She grabbed the last few and noticed the time lit up on her microwave. 12:36? That was awfully late for a little girl to be out all on her own. She wasn’t even in costume.
The door swung shut behind the girl and Lisa turned, feeling suddenly frightened. The child looked at her with inky black eyes, revealing a vile intelligence. Her gaze was hypnotic, lulling Lisa into an intoxicated stupor, unable to react as the monstrosity ripped its way through the child’s flesh. She was wearing a costume after all.