Jack just came home from a long night of trick-or-treating. Still sweating profusely in his costume, he went upstairs to his bedroom. He played a scary movie on his TV and ate his candy.

His favorite candy were CRUNCH bars. Fortunately, he had plenty of them. He also liked fruit-flavored candy. No matter what brand, the blue ones were always his favorite. He tossed any butterscotch-flavored candies in his waste basket. Who even bothered with those?

Jack shielded his eyes with candy wrappers as the slasher in the movie he was watching axed another girl to death. He then began to feel sad. He stared out his window to the cemetery behind his backyard. That's where his grandpa was buried. He died last November. It was Jack's first Halloween without him. They used to have so much fun together on this night. "I wish Grandpa would come back." He tearfully said, right before he drifted off into a strange sugar-fueled dream.

He woke up an hour later to strange sounds coming from outside. It sounded like moaning, almost like a zombie! Staring back at the cemetery, he say a figure breaking out of the ground. It was a zombie! It pushed itself into the surface, got up and advanced towards the house.

Jack was very terrified. He was almost positive zombies didn't exist. As the zombie got closer, he realized it was his grandpa!

Grandpa then opened to back door and entered the house. "Jaaaaaaaackkk. Jaaacccccccccck. I'm baaaaaaackkk!" He heard him moan from downstairs. Jack locked his bedroom door. He heard footsteps coming from the stairs, getting closer. Before he knew it, they were right outside his room! Right here, he remembered the wish he made earlier. "Oh no! What have I done?"