"You're up early..."

(____) turned around and smiled sweetly at Allen. His tussled red-brows hair and his uncovered, masculine chest just made him all the more desirable for her. He yawned and plopped onto a chair and placed his elbows on the table.

"I just wanted to make you some breakfast, baby," (____) slid a plate of green pancakes down the table. The plate stopped right in front of Allen.

He glanced at her.

"You seem cheerful today."

"Of course!" (____) giggled and cupped her face with her hands, "It's my favorite time of year today!"

"What day is it today?" Allen asked while stuffing the green pancakes into his mouth.

"Oh, Allen, you silly!" She giggled again, unusually high-ptched, which unnerved Allen. (____) wasn't like this before, especially not last night.

But last night, she did seem a little strange...

"It's Halloween, baby," (____) said, replying as if Allen didn't know anything at all, "My favorite time of the year!"

"Oh," Allen just said.

"Do you like the spinach pancakes I made for you?"

"I love them, babe."

(____) huffed, as if unsatisfied with his replies.

"By the way, I got a call from Oliver this morning."

Allen perked up.

(____) sat on the table, right next to Allen.

"He said that there was going to be a surprise for you at his house-"

(____) had barely finished the word "surprise" when Allen jumped up from his seat and grabbed his bomber jacket and was about to leave his half-finished spinach pancakes and head for the door.

"Wait Allen!"

"What?!" Allen turned back and snapped at her. (____) gasped at the sudden change in tone and took a step back.

Allen saw the error he had done and tried to hide it with a smile.

"Sorry, babe, but I have to go along this time." He caressed her cheek lovingly. (____) leaned into the touch and her eyes looked almost...regretful?

"By the way," (____) said quietly, "Oliver asked if you could help him on the walls."

Allen looked confused, "Walls? Since when did that fucker want to change his walls?"

(____) gulped a bit, "Just help him, alright? He might be in a sort of a predicament."

"Alright then." Allen lightly kissed (____) on the nose, "See you later, doll."

He was about to walk out the door when he heard (____) call after him.

"Happy Halloween, Allen!"

He could almost see her with a sly grin on her face.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Allen slammed the door of his pick-up truck and basically ran across the front lawn of the house. The scent of rotting flesh was in the air, but that was something Allen was used to.

What he wasn't used to though, was the eerie silence around the area. There were no lights on in the house and no signs of movement. The air was unnaturally chilly and the smell of dead bodies wasn't making it any better.

He walked towards the door.

"Oliver?" He asked aloud.

He knocked on the door, but the moment his fists made contact with the door, the door slowly slid open with a creak.

"What the fuck..."

He slowly walked into the dark house.

"Oliver?" He called out, "You can come out now. I don't like any of this freaky shit."

The minute he stepped into the kitchen, the lights suddenly turned on. Surprised, Allen looked around the room in fear and nearly screamed when he looked at the kitchen wall.

Oliver was dead. He was on the ground with his back to the kitchen wall. His head was rolled to one side and his eyes were wide open. There were no pupils and his eyes were just a ghastly white, but that was not what made Allen scream.

Oliver sat in a pool of blood with a heart cut into his chest, similar to the way a cookie cutter would cut into soft dough. On the kitchen wall were words crudely written in blood.

Man will nary care

If his lover were to grieve

Thus his heart shall be put out

On All Hallows' Eve

"Oh my god," Allen tried to swallow back the spinach pancakes that threatened to come back up, "What the fuck is this-"

His awkwardly walked backwards until his legs hit the table. He placed his hands behind him to support him but his hands touched something soft and wet.

And beating.

Allen screamed again and threw his hands up into the air.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS??!!!"

Allen turned and saw a beating heart, looking fresh with blood on the table and on the table were more words written in blood, by what seemed like a finger.

No man has escaped

A woman's terrifying wrath

If you wish to see the light

Stay on your path

"This is some freaky shit..." Allen whispered.

The front door creaked opened and Allen, as if in a daze, walked outside.

The world was dark, as if it were nighttime, even though he clearly ate his breakfast just a few hours ago. He could still taste it in his mouth.

"What the hell is going on?" Allen muttered to himself as he stomped over to his pickup truck got in.

He turned on the ignition and drove full speed down the dark road.

"Why the fuck is it so dark?" Allen asked aloud to no one in particular, grasping the baseball bat with nails next to him.

He barely finished his question when a dark figure landed on his front window, almost breaking the glass.

Allen screeched in fright and swerved off the path. His truck nearly flew off the road and landed in a ditch. Thankfully, he wasn't hurt, but he sure was stuck.

"Fuck I just got this car fixed last week!" Allen tried to open the car door, but the edge of the ditch blocked any opening and whatever landed on his window had left splotches of blood, which inky made Allen more infurated, if not uneasy.

He finally kicked his door open and clumsily got out, carrying his bat with him. Allen walked to the front of his car and nearly hurled at the sight.

Right in front of his car was the limp body of Zao, or at least, he believe it was Zao.

The figure was wearing a qi pao, but its head was sliced clean off, leaving only the headless body of Zao.

Allen looked around in fright.

"Is this some type of sick joke?!" He yelled out into the darkness, "Whoever you are come out so I can fuck up your fucking face!!!"

Allen turned in all directions, uneasy and frightened, though he dare not admit that to himself.

"Where the fuck-"

He felt something hit the back of his head, hard. Allen fell forward onto Zao's dead body and screamed at the fact that he touched Zao. He turned around and screamed again. Zao's head rolled towards him and Allen kicked it up and out of the ditch.

The moment he kicked the head, a voice whispered through the darkness.

Thy life shall belong to darkness till

Thou find the place where one once met

Walk through trees of withering souls

Feel thy feelings of lost regret

"FUCKING SHUT UP!!!" Allen picked up his bat from inside his truck and jumped out if the ditch and ran into the night.