My body jerked awake, the doorbell yanking me from the brink of sleep.
“Trick or treat!” came muffled through the door, probably teenagers looking for mischief. The little pirates and sparkling princesses had long since dwindled. I’d dozed off before extinguishing the porch light but I still had candy in the bowl. Better get to it if I didn’t want a trick.
I smoothed my rumpled costume and lifted the red hood over my hair. Reaching into the bowl for a handful of the requisite sugary nonsense, I opened the door.
“Looks like you’ve been expecting me,” the wolf face said with a chuckle. Did those lips move? The make-up these days was getting so elaborate.
“Great costume. Aren’t you a little old, though?” Where was the candy bag ready and waiting to accept my offering?
“Not for what I have in mind, Red,” he growled, fangs and inhuman bone structure flashing in a burst of movement.
Claws dug into my arms like tiny knives shoving me back inside the house, hot breath in my face. My vision tunneled and I screamed as the creature kicked the door shut. Heartbeat frantic, I grabbed for anything within reach that would help. Candy bowl clattering, nothing.
“Take whatever you want, just don’t hurt me.”
“Mmm, what I want will hurt, my treat.”
My head smashed against the tile. The weight of him on top of me registered as my throat erupted in pain. Ripping sounds filled my ears.
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