A teenage boy discovers more on Halloween than he bargained for. A child realizes his mother is a powerful witch. A hero comes to understand the truth of what lies within him. Seven tales of terror fill the pages of this collection of short stories of the supernatural. Be prepared to have your spine chilled and your stomach churned. Not for the squeamish.
“Can you believe it’s Halloween and there’s nothing on TV?” Will Duncan clicked the power button on the remote. The TV blinked to black. He threw the remote across the room, where it barely missed landing on the sofa. The small television control bounced off the edge of the cushion, landing on the carpet.
Will knew if his dad ever saw him doing that he’d be grounded for at least a week. Tonight he didn’t care. Tonight was his night to have fun, but his parents had restricted him to staying inside the house. All because he’d been caught cheating on a Science test.
A Science test! Who doesn’t cheat on Science tests? It’s one of those subjects that almost nobody knows enough about. Not that anybody wants to know about Science, Will reasoned in his mind. It was a worthless subject to him.
But because he’d been caught, he was now sitting at home, handing out candy to those snot-nosed-little-shits that kept coming around, ringing the damned doorbell and shouting, “Trick-or-treat!”
And where were his parents? They were out at a Halloween party at a friend’s house. That’s where. They were enjoying themselves like little kids while he was stuck here at home! It wasn’t fair! They were the parents. He was the kid! Not a little kid, either. A thirteen year-old in middle school. The perfect age for Halloween, 'cause it was the number that scared everyone with their superstitious beliefs.
Thirteen. The perfect number for this holiday he should be out enjoying to the fullest.
Instead he was handing out candy to bratty little kids.
Who gave a shit about those stupid kids and their ratty-assed costumes? Will should be out with his own friends, trolling the neighborhoods. Snatching candy from those same little kids who thought it was such a fun thing to be out ringing people’s doorbells, expecting to receive candy.
Nobody thought to actually trick any of those shitty little bastards when they came to the door of a house.
Wasn’t that what this night was all about? Trick or treat? It was one or the other, right? Not just always a treat.
Will had decided to do the opposite. From now on, whenever someone came to his door, he would make sure they got the first part of their stupid saying.
Turning off all the lights in the house, Will had put on the rubber mask he’d bought for using tonight when he was supposed to be out with his friends. They were all going to wear monster masks that fit over their entire heads, so nobody recognized them and called the cops for the way they stole candy from kids a lot smaller and younger than they were.
When he heard kids coming up his walkway to the small porch in front of his house, he’d open the door just enough so it wasn’t actually closed, his hand resting on the doorknob. Then, just as those rotten little bastards reached for the doorbell, he’d fling open the