Zorro

Mike took a moment to cool off before putting the sheet back on. He grabbed the candy bowl, walked over to the couch and sat down, placing the bowl in his lap.

There was a knock on the door before he had the chance to get comfortable. He walked to the door and opened it.

“Trick or treat,” The voices shouted.

Mike looked and saw a teenage girl he recognized wearing a cheerleader costume with her hair teased up, no doubt held up by too much hairspray. Standing next to her were a young boy and a girl, both looked to be about ten. The boy had on a police officer's costume. The girl was dressed like a ballerina.

“Mike looked down and glanced at the kids. “Well, look at you two.” Then he looked at the teenager. “You’re Ally , right?”

The teenager raised her hand and twisted her hair around her finger.” Why no. I’m a self-absorbed cheerleader with no brain.” She said in a childish voice.

Mike chuckled.”That you are.” He chuckled again. “Taking your siblings out trick or treating, I see. You’re a great sister.”

Ally just stared at him.

Mike continued. “ I think that’s great. I’m just surprised you’re not at the Halloween party with Cassandra.”

“What party?” She replied bitterly. “There’s no party.”

“Oh, I_”
“Can we just have the candy, please?”She stated harshly.

“Sorry.” He grabbed two Snickers and Kit Kats and placed them in the bags that the three held out.

“Let’s go.” Aly turned, and briskly walked away. The kids followed.

“You’re welcome,” Mike shouted sarcastically. He slowly closed the door. He never felt so low or betrayed. First his wife ignored his request not let their daughter go out. And now Cassandra lied to them about going to a party.

He slowly walked back to the couch. Before he could sit down, there was another knock.

He walked back to the door. When he opened it up, he saw a person wearing a black wide brimmed hat. A black mask, and black cape. He was holding a long prop sword in their hand.

“And what are you supposed to be? Zorro?”

The person just stood there and tilted their head.

“Look pal. Judging by your height, I would say you’re a little old to be trick-or-treating. But if you want some candy you still need to say the mag_”

Mike felt a sudden, intense pain in his stomach. Blood shot out of his mouth.

He felt something retracting from his body. He grabbed his stomach.

The person held up the bloody sword, Bowed and reached forward and shut the door.

Mike collapsed to the ground and took a deep breathes. His body felt cold. He lay there for tow minutes before his life completely drained out.