Possessed Kids
One night in late October, all the kids in my neighborhood became possessed by demons. I had to get to the bottom of it. This is my story.
The first kid that came to my house was possessed by a skelllertin. Something seemed off because no skelingtone had ever come to my house before.
"Trick or treat!" the possessed youngling said.
"WHAT THE HELL!" I replied in horror.
That scared him off. Phew! But the nightmare wasn't over.
Another child came to my door. She was possessed by the spirit of that British lady - you know, the one with the dark hair- from the latest Star Fights movie.
"Trick or treat!"
"Trick or treat"...that's just what the skullytin said.
I needed answers. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" I screamed.
She ran away crying. As she vanished into the darkness, I heard her say something about candy.
I was visited by demons throughout the night. They were all children. They all wanted candy. But why? I needed answers. Fortunately, I'm a paranormal investigator, so this kind of spookiness is right up my alley.
The next day, I drove around town in my windowless van, offering any child I saw free candy in exchange for free transport to a destination of their choosing.
The children were terrified. Their parents chased me down the streets. Now I fear the police are after me. If you're reading this, please help me understand. What happened that night? What possessed them all to want free candy yet fear it the next day?
Part 2
I knew something was wrong when he tackled me, called me a motherfucker, and said he was gonna kill me.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" he said.
"What seems to be the matter?" I asked.
"STAY AWAY FROM MY KIDS, YOU FUCKING CREEPY SCUM!"
Then I realized what he was upset about. He must have been concerned about my efforts to lure children into my windowless van with the promise of free candy so I could use my paranormality detector 3000 on them. Perhaps he was one of the parents. But thanks to years of paranormal investigation experience, I knew how to defuse the situation.
"Please, sir - just listen to me. I meant your children no harm. I merely wanted to uncover the shocking truth behind what happened last night."
His face turned as white as the spookiest ghost, or the scurriest skillettongue.
"You... you saw them too?" he murmured, his face still as pale as the ghostly ectoplasm that shoots out of my ding-dong. "I thought I was hallucinating... they were... they were possessed, I tell you... I saw one kid who was possessed by that British lady - you know, the one with the dark hair - from the latest Star Fights movie. And they all said "Trick or Treat." What the hell does that mean?"
I shot him a look that screamed "I don't know."
"I don't know, my good sir, but we shall find out. Let us venture to the local library, where we will peruse the old spell tomes."
Then we did that.
Apparently "Trick or treat" means "Give me a treat or I will play a trick on you."
Then, my paranormal investigator instincts kicked into high gear. In order to understand what happened to those poor children, I needed to see things through their eyes.
I gazed lovingly into his eyes and whispered, "My paranormal investigator instincts just kicked into high gear. In order to understand what happened to those poor children, we need to see things through their eyes. We must know what it was like to 'trick or treat'."
We went to the local costume shop and bought the spoopiest costumes we could find. He was a ghost. I was Jason Voorhees. The plastic meat cleaver didn't look realistic, so I purchased a real one from the local general store.
It was time to go trick or treating.
Credited to Bryce_Malcolm
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