"Trick or treat!" screams the little spiderman. The small figure is holding the red and black fabric up around his waist, hoping it won't fall down again. The safty pin his mom had gave him that held the cheap costume to his underware had fallen out five minutes ago, into the dark night. The "so called spiderman" holds up his half full paper bag to the girl who opens the door. The girl has long, pure blonde hair going down to her knees, and a white, ankle length dress on, with gold bracelets traveling up her tan skinned arm. Gold wings are braced on her back, fluttering in the nipping, cold air. She grins, showing her white, perfectly straight teeth. The girl pours four mini sized chocolate bars into the spiderman's bag. A soft laugh slips from her lips as she watches the small spiderman stare into his bag, jaw dropped open, and looking very amazed and happy. He looks up at her, and even though she can't see his face from the mask he is wearing, she knows he's smiling.

"Thank you miss! Four candy bars? This is great!" he exclaims, nodding his head. He then turns around, and runs down the girl's front steps and back out into the night, still holding up his pants, which were slipping farther down from his waist. The girl waves as she watches the trick-or-treater tumble away.

"Your welcome." she whispers after him and closes the door lightly. She keeps on grinning as she walks into her dining room and sits down. A half empty bottle of rat poisening is laying across the table along with multiple unwrapped chocolate candy bars. Immediately, the girl gets to work on making the new batch of poisened candy bars for her next victims.

And suddenly, the small cottage fills up with high pitched, evil laughter, haunting the house forever.