"Run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the ginger bread man."

31st October 1999 11:59pm
The room was illuminated by the harsh flickering of the tv. The bright colours and patterns reflecting in the glass. Making it impossible for anyone to look outside into to deep inky blackness, which was the night.

The streets were now empty, with the young trick or treaters safely tucked up in bed or hidden under blankets, watching movies much to violent for their age, snacking on the sweets and chocolate they had walked so far for.

Tap, Tap, Tap,

"Was that a person at the front door?" The volume of the tv was lowered and all ears where alert, waiting for the suspected tapping, to once again occur.

Tap, Tap, Tap,

There it was again. But this time marginally louder. Something wasn't right, it sounded as if coming from inside the house. Frantic glances were exchanged but no movement occurred.
Sweat began to form though heating had long before been turned off, and the temperature of the room low. Breathing increased but yet no exercise had been performed. Still not a single muscle movement from anyone.

Tap, Tap, Tap,

That time the noise came from just outside the room, there was no doubt in that. What it was which was making the racket had managed to get inside. How were they supposed to escape now, the door obviously out of the question. That was were they would be the most exposed. But what about the window? Was there enough time? Probably not. As if to confirm the thought there was a creak and a rattle from the window frame as if being shaken by an invisible force. As the thing moved at such speed that they'd barely have time to open the curtains before they were taken. All minds had been racked and not a single useful thought had been produced, instead the only option was to stay and let fate decide on the ending. All that was left to do was allow a single salty droplet fall from the eye. Just like the helpless prey that they were soon to become.