This writer has never tried to write a Halloween story before, but in the spirit of the season, she thought she would give it a go. If it sucks, well then there is always next Halloween...
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It was early evening in the small town of Bottleneck Falls and the streets were filling up fast with laughing children all in costume and carrying plastic bags.
A small group of these children came to the door of 2347 Winton Road and knocked loudly.
A man in a red scarf answered the door and gave each of the children three candies. They each promptly deposited their treats into their individual bags, thanked him, and ran to the next house laughing.
Across the street, a strikingly beautiful young woman strolling up the road was watching the children with an amused look on her face. She watched them knock on the door of the next house and heard the delighted scream of trick or treat.
She kept walking.
Suddenly the shriek of the children pierced the evening air carrying a sound higher than the noise already present in the street.
She turned abruptly to see them fleeing the yard. Some of the youngsters were in tears. All of them were wet.
Yvette crossed the street to where the group of children stood bundled together.
"What happened," she asked concerned.
"He threw hot water at us," the little troll-costumed child cried aloud.
Yvette's eyes narrowed.
"Did he now... that wasn't very nice of him, was it?" came her reply.
"What do you think we should do?" she asked playfully trying to re-establish the enjoyment of the night for them through fantasy.
"Tear him to shreds," said the little wolverine.
"Yeah, and drink his blood," added the undersized vampire.
"Okay," the attractive young woman replied, "It's a done deal, I promise. Run along now and enjoy your night. You'll still find lots of people in the street who will give you all candy."
The children obeyed and walked off towards the next house.
Yvette quietly watched the house at 2345 Winton Street for a few minutes.
A middle-aged man in a dark coat came out of the house and closed the door behind him. He seemed to be in quite a hurry. He strided away from the premises headed for the downtown area.
She walked towards the house.
Yvette listened for any sounds coming from within... such as another male voice...but heard nothing.
She headed back down the street. .......................................................................................
Woulff was restless. He wandered aimlessly throughout the scrubland oblivious to the other animal life around him. He had eaten a few hours earlier so the nocturnal wildlife held no interest for him.
He lowered his large muscular frame to the ground and eyed his surroundings.
His senses scanned what he knew his eyes could not see but picked up no irregularities. The evening was cool and the full moon slowly rising in the east shone brightly creating a soft glow, which lit up the surrounding area.
He placed his head on his paw and closed his eyes.
Sleep overtook him. ....................................................................................
Yvette watched the man from a distance as he continued to walk down the road towards his destination.
She saw him open a door and he disappeared from view.
