TW: gore, violence.

I walk through the streets of the neighborhood, noticing all of the children running excitedly in goofy little costumes as they race to get as much candy as possible before the night is over.
I remember when I was a kid, I had always dressed as a witch. I loved how customizable they were. Like, you could be an ugly witch, a spooky witch, or an elegant witch. I usually went as either elegant or spooky.
I notice something fall on my head, and I reach up to pluck it off. It's a golden brown leaf with hints of red. I smile at how beautiful a dying leaf could be. I let go of it and watch it fall gracefully onto the ground, blending in with all of the other leaves that had once fallen on the sidewalk, left there to decay and blow away before the days get cold and snow crashed down onto the ground.
I look back up and notice a house that was dressed fantastically spooky. Must be a custom made haunted house. I hadn't been to one in so long, so I decide to walk over there.
I watch as two kids walk out, excited and thrilled from whatever they had experienced. I smile as I walk up the porch, but stop cold at the sight.
A man is lying on the ground, an arm missing, seemingly ripped off. Blood seeps onto the wood as the man quietly groans and whimpers. He looks up at me, helplessly as his face grows more pale under the white vampiric face paint.
I quickly kneel down, my pants getting drenched in the warm blood. "I-I'm going to get help!" I say to him as I search my pockets for my phone.
Shortly after, I hear slow, loud footsteps coming from the house, walking out. I see a large man, dressed as a devil, holding a bone in his hand, blood on his mouth.
The bone from the arm of the man who lays in front of me.
The man standing over me I recall on the news, being Bob Velseb, a cannibalistic serial killer. I feel my body become infected with fear as I stare up towards the demon dressed man, dropping the bone.
I can barely hear the bone patter on the floor as he turns his head and stares at me, licking his fingers as if he just had a wonderful meal, which he probably did.
His eyes never flick away from the gaze we hold, his smile widening as he lifts up his sweater, revealing a belt filled with different butchering items, including a knife...
He grabs hold of the knife, and before I see him pull it out I'm already scrambling to get up and running off of the porch of the house, nearly slipping on the now cold blood of the vampire dressed man on the ground.
I run as fast as I can back home, not daring to turn around. I can hear the footsteps of Bob Velseb, following my pattern as he gets closer to me.
I notice many people watching in awe, possibly fooled into thinking this is all an act. Any other day, they would be screaming, calling 911 as soon as possible in hopes to save my life. Alas, I'm the only one here to save myself.
A pile of leaves cause me to slip, and I fall onto the ground. My hands burn from trying to soften my fall, getting scraped during the process. Without hesitation, I push myself back up and keep running.
I finally reach my house, my legs burning, and I struggle to open the door, my hands shivering as I fumble with my keys, jabbing them into the slot as I finally manage to unlock the door.
Not after I feel a sharp pain go down my spine.
As the door opens, I fall to the ground, coughing. My back is marinated in pain as blood leaks out of it and through the back of my shirt.
The sadistic cannibal walks by me and into my house, turning around and reaching down to me, grabbing one of my arms and dragging me inside my house, my blood the only thing proving I was outside.
I hear him lock the door, and I try to crawl to the phone in the living room, but I feel a knife stabbing into my calve and ripping all the way down to my ankle, and I scream in pain as the muscles and veins in my leg become exposed and gushing out more blood.
I watch as he kneels down, flipping me over and having my head rest on his now seated leg. I stare up at him, fearful that this moment will be my last.
"Oh, you beautiful little treat," he gently says, resting his knife on my neck, blade down.
"P-please d-don't," I manage to croak, the pain keeping me from screaming or saying anything more.
"Quite a shame that things must end this way," He finally says before dragging the knife across my neck, blood rushing out as I cough some of it up, unable to breath as my airways are blocked by my own warm blood.
My blood pulses out onto the carpet, turning it into a dark maroon as my vision slowly begins to fade.
"Don't worry, my doll, you'll be the prettiest candy I'll have the pleasure of savoring all night long~" I hear him say, his voice drowning out as I let go, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.