Got bored today, so I figured I’d send up another drabble for you all. Hope you enjoy!
Every year, they expect offerings, like all our hard work is just to keep them pleased.
People treat this as a holiday—no longer a holy day—but anyone with two eyes and a window to look outside knows the truth. They teem, chomping and snarling, hands stained, mouths sticky, chanting about tricks and treats and mischief.
They picked our house this year.
Knocking sounded at the door.
“Scram!” I yelled. “There’s nothing for you here!”
More knocking. Louder.
If you don’t please them, entire towns burn.
I gave the demons my daughter. She screamed, but only briefly.