It was October 31st. All the little children were dressed up in cute knockoffs of their favourite character's outfit or dressed up in cute animal get-ups. Also, it was the time of the year that single women and teenagers are excused to dress up in provocative clothing without being called a slut.

Agatha wasn't like that though. For the past three years, she spends the night watching television while her mother accompanied her little brother for trick-or-treating. Being home alone, she was in charge of giving out treats to every visitor.

Her family was never big on decorations. Every year, the house was never inviting for trick-or-treaters. Tonight was no exception.

It was 10 o'clock, the moon was shining bright and no sight of clouds in the sky. Agatha was in the living room, watching a documentary on cults. It wasn't by choice, as she needed to take notes for her history class.

"The First Klan flourished in the Southern United States in the late 1860s, then died out by the early 1870s... members made their own, often colourful, costumes: robes, masks and comical hats, designed to be terrifying and to hide their identities—"

Agatha took as much notes as she could while listening and viewing the documentary. Suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring. She stood up from the couch and opened the front door, expecting to see her mother and little Aiden.

Instead, she opened the door to see little children in white robes and hiding their faces with a cheap white phantom mask. She was caught off guard by their appearances as her heart started tightening around her chest. She hoped they would calm her down by happily chanting the infamous phrase, but it wasn't the case. They stood there lifelessly as they extended their arms, waiting for their treats to fall at the bottom of their treat bag.

Agatha sucked air in deeply as she quickly tried to get it over with. She gave the first child some lollipops and chocolate wrapped in foil with an eyeball design. The infant looked down to view it's bag. It's eyes met up with Agatha's.

"Where are the Hershey's Cookies 'n' Creme?" it asked, as his voice was disguised in a deep and undistinguished voice. Agatha's eyes widened as she sucked more air in, startled.

"I-I don't h-have any to give—"

"Where are the Hershey's Cookies 'n' Creme?" it repeated as the voice got more loud and aggressive.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't have—"

"I know you do!" it yelled out in a very deranged tone as it's friends held their plastic knives, as Agatha assumed they were. With that in mind, she realized that they were little children being spoiled brats, nothing more. She has nothing to fear! They're probably from kindergarten while she's from middle school.

She managed to calm down and looked at the group of little ghosts. "What I give is what you get. Whether it's the treat you want or not, it's not my problem," she replied courageously, trying to threatened them. The first child served scoffed from her response as it commanded it's friends to lower down their knives.

It looked up at Agatha and turned around swiftly to create a movement on his cape. "It will be," were it's last words with a low growl, before walking out of her property with it's friends.

Agatha closed the front door and took a deep breath, her heart rate slowly going back to normal. Suddenly, she heard vibrations coming from her living room. Confused, she went back to where she came from and saw her phone moving around on the couch. She quickly grabbed it and saw it was her friend calling. She answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Aggz."

"Ew!" Agatha replied to the nickname in disgust. "Didn't we agree that you would never refer to me with that name, ever?"

"True... let's try that again," she suggested and cleared her throat for another try.

"What's up, bi-atch!" she exclaimed as it made Agatha jump a bit from how loud she yelled. "Oh, my god! Chloe!" Agatha groaned in irritation. Her friend laughed out loudly and tried to calm herself down.

"What? You got what you asked for, no?"

Agatha rolled her eyes, "Just call me by my actual name."

Chloe sighed softly, "Okay! Always so stuck up, I see?"

"Whatever. What did you call me for anyway?" Agatha asked with a sigh. "If it's what I think it is, no, I'm not free on Saturday! Stop asking me!"

"What— No! Actually, it's something serious. Shocking, I know," Chloe replied with a small hint of sarcasm at the previous comment.

Agatha started to listen seriously to what she wanted to ask. "Alright, what do you want?"

"Alright," Chloe sighed. "So, you know we have to watch the stupid documentary for history class?"

"Yeah?"

"And it's Halloween?"

"Obviously, Chloe."

"Did anyone come over at your place for trick-or-treating?"

"Yeah—"

"Were they little children dressed in white robes?"

Agatha gasped hearing her questions. "Did you get them too?!"

"Yeah! Creepy as hell, aren't they?" Chloe let out, happy to hear someone else had experienced it.

"Tell me about it!" Agatha sighed deeply in relief. "I don't know what's up with them! They keep going on and on about their holy chocolate and demanding it."

"Let me guess," Chloe said and snickered, "Where are the Hershey's Cookies 'n' Creme!" she said with a silly imitation of a little child.

Agatha held her stomach tightly as she bursted out laughing. "Now that I think about it, it sounds pretty ridiculous!"

"What you mean?"

"You know, the thing I found slightly terrifying is a bratty kid wanting a specific piece of candy!" Agatha chuckled, thinking cabout it.

"Haha, true," her friend sighed softly. "Luckily, I bought five packets of those mini versions. You know, the one that usually have ten inside?"

"Oh?" Agatha let out. "I didn't have any on me."

"What?" Chloe's eyes widened from the new piece of information. "How the hell did you handle them? Are they still there?"

"No! I toughened up and showed those little— Oh, my god!" Agatha yelled out as she peeked through the window, seeing they have returned with more followers. "Chloe, they're back!" the young girl started to freak out.

"Why the hell are you so terrified all of a sudden? Did you forget our whimsical happy moment already?!" Chloe asked, kind of annoyed.

Agatha just hung up on her and tried calling the police, but her phone died out. "Shit!" she continued to panic as she wasn't able to think straight anymore. She quickly ran to her room to charge her phone, waiting until the battery reached ten percent.

She quickly ran down the stairs to check on their new location. Agatha peeked hesitantly through the window and noticed they weren't there. Before she could let out a sigh of relief, strange noises came from the kitchen.

"N-No! Fuck!" she muttered in frustration and fear and rushed to the dining room. Suddenly, she tripped and fell flat on her face. The adrenaline pumping through her veins made her care less of the pain. As she tried to get up, Agatha noticed some of the followers were sticking their hands and masked face on the window pane. They all laughed sinisterly from their disguised voice box.

"Suffer for not following orders!" they screamed as their voices sounded satanic. Agatha was breathing fast and heavily from stress.

"When confronted by then, you have to defend yourself. If murder is the only option you have, use it," the documentary advised through the television before the credits rolled. After hearing that, Agatha immediately stared at the kitchen knives. She knew that the sliding door that lead to their backyard was never locked, so she had a feeling they will start coming through there.

Without thinking rationally, she gripped both her hands onto the handle of the largest kitchen knife her family happened to own. Agatha hid near the corner of the dining room table, hiding from the little white devils.

She waited...

And waited...

Patiently...

Then, the dreaded silence was broken by two screams that sounded demonic and sprinted through the kitchen. Agatha screamed loudly in return and hurriedly ran and stabbed the leader onto it's small stomach. The white robe of the tiny leader stained blood red as it cried out in pain. "S-Stop!" it cried more. The young girl had no more mercy and stabbed two more times into it's chest. "Agatha!" was it's last words before it's body stopped moving.

She snapped out of it once she heard her name. "W-What? H-How did you—" her eyes quickly widened and removed the white phantom mask. As she saw who it was, she dropped the knife as her hand was twitching and shaking. "A-Aiden?" Agatha let out as tears were ready to fall.

"H-Hey, A-Aiden... Y-You got m-me g-good, stop the a-act," Agatha begged him and held his tiny lifeless body against her's. "T-That's enough! You're scaring y-your older sister!" Agatha cried in agony. "That's an order, Aiden!"
She saw that he wasn't answering and his pulse was non-existent. She gripped onto the fabric of his robe and cried loudly. "AIDEN!"

The front door got busted down and bright red and blue lights shined in front and behind her. Then...

"Put your hands behind your head where I can see them!"