(Halloween special)

     Trever had never been what you would call a 'nice' boy. He didn't treat his siblings well. He didn't get along with other kids in school. He didn't listen to any adults without being bribed or earning some kind of reward. Calling him a nice boy would be like saying a black widow was harmless; it just wasn't true.
    The 13 year old was laying on his messy bed in his messy room when his mother came in. Trever didn't look up from his true crime magazine. He didn't pay her any attention at all.
      "It's past eleven o'clock, honey", his mom started slowly, "You have school tomorrow. I think it's time for you to go to bed. She waited, but Trever still didn't look up. "Trever? It's time to-",
     "SHUT UP!", Trever exploded, hurling his magazine at his mom. She lurched back and slammed the door closed with a loud bang. The magazine thumped into the door and fell harmlessly to the ground. Trever got up and started pacing, fuming and clenching his fists. Stupid mom. Stupid school. Stupid HOUSE!
     A sudden tap at his widow made Trever pause. His room is on the second floor. Confused, he walks over and looks out at the dark night sky. Nothing is there. Trever opened up the window for a better look at the ground. The edges of the window wine as they slide up. Trever sticks his head out and looks down at the lawn, then the empty street. The light poles don't quite reach this side of the house. Nothing is there.
     Something wet drips down and lands on Trever's check. It burns, and snarling, he whips his head up to see what's causing this Halloween prank. He freezes as soon as he locks eyes with...... it. The thing clings to the side of the house, right above his window. Trever thought he could hear it hiss something over the buzz of the light poles.
     "UnGraTefUl cHilD", it said in a barely distinguishable voice. Then it dropped down. Trever was gone the next morning when his mom came to get him up for school.