by Paula R. C. Readman
Laughter fills the air.
Eager fresh faces dart everywhere.
“Trick or Treat,” echoes in porches.
I drop the grubby net curtain. Anticipation races through me. Ghosts from my past gather.
I wait in the shadows. The razor in my hand gleams.
Here comes the knock.
Laughter bubbles in my throat. Haven’t their parents warned them about stranger danger?
“Trick or Treat, Mister?”
The blade bites as it finds its mark.
How sweet and warm is the spray of blood as it runs down my face. Young flesh is far sweeter than their sugary sweets.
“My treat, I think!”
Paula R. C. Readman
Paula R. C. Readman taught herself ‘How to Write’ from books which her husband purchased from eBay. After 250 purchases, he finally told her ‘just to get on with the writing’. Since 2010, she’s had 29 stories published and is now busy editing her novel again.