Brimstone was already a spooky town. But when Halloween arrives, it becomes spookier.

All the kids in Brimstone ran from house to house, collecting as much candy as they could fill in their bags. Four boys ran up to a house and rang its doorbell. A lady dressed as a witch answered their summoning.

“Trick or Treat!” they eagerly said.

The lady smiled. “Wow, what amazing costumes." she said. "Such attention to detail.” her eyes scanned each of their costumeds. Three of them looked demonic with black, soulless eyes, pointed ears, and toothy smiles. They also had their skins painted crimson red like serpent scales or blood. Two of them had small horns planted on their heads—the tallest of the four had horns on his bald head while the shortest had his horns puncturing through his red baseball cap. She then noticed that one of the boys lacked any horns on his shaggy black-haired head but had a thin, arrow-tipped tail dragging along his behind. But the fourth boy looked the most oddish. These three were clearly dressed as devils but their fourth member was far different from his friends. No horns or tails. His appearance was more human but had painted lilac skin. Oddly, his skin tone matched his hair that was shaved into a spikey mohawk, and his eyes matched his skin as well.

"They almost seem real." she said. Shrugging it off, she dropped a handful of candy into each of their bags. The boys thanked her and ran off. The lady waved goodbye and wished them all a Happy Halloween. Before she could close the door, she squinted back. Something looked off. That prosthetic tail that was attached behind one of the boys, did it just wave back?

The lady was petrified as a statue. Did she see that right? The tail was moving? Or perhaps she the couple too many jack-o-lantern jell-o shots she celebrated with her friends beforehand were taking some effect.

Far away, the four boys ran down the street, laughing like gleeful jackels. There was a truth to these four boys: they were in fact children, but they weren't from this world.

They were demons.

Two of the boys were common demons. Purebloods. The lilac, mohawked, humanish boy was a young incubus. The fourth that was a combination of the two demon breeds—with his pointed ears, black hair, and serpentine tail—was their leader and the offspring of a common demon and a succubus.

They took a portal from the Inferno to the human world. Wide smiles filled their inhuman faces when they at their collection for the night. All of this for free candy.

“I told you guys this was an easy way to get Halloween candy," Dominic Doomslayer said.

“Great idea, Dominic.” his taller friend said.

"Wher'ya reckon we go next?" the demonic boy with the baseball cap then asked.

“Hey," the incubus pointed at the yellow house across from them. "let’s hit that house next.”

The four agreed and raced each other towards their next house, laughing all the way into that dark Brimstone night.

“And then later," the taller boy spoke again. "we should stop back at Lord Lucifer’s house so Dominic can get Kisses from his daughter.” he joked.

“Shut up! And she's his stepdaughter!”

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The third tier chocolate bar, that little Timmy recieved was like no other he had ever eaten. Little did the kid know, it was in fact a collection of alien eggs, carefully secreated between nougat, caramel and chocolate, and wrapped in a plastic packet that could withstand re-entry but not a simple tearing motion. Tastes a little funky, but you don’t get that choosy in this economy. Well, the eggs are small enough to not get crunched. They gestate quickly. By Christmas you are a zombie slave. Your appearance changes drastically from a young boy to an adult. Only a careful look will show, through the blank expression that the engine is running, but the driver’s just too small to see.

The adult finds a place to live, and a job, normally in fast food or law enforcement. He is then ready for the mating in april. The fertilized eggs, secreated in the familiar egg pods that so resembles a mars bar, are then placed in bowls and then handed to the next year’s trick or treaters.

Perhaps it would have been better for the future of our race, that they just choose to trick.... Getting TP’d does not upset the alien infested hosts, but it could save lives down the road.

Nobody knows that this is happening. No one excepts for chocolate manufacturers , who serve a different alien species and these are bent on killing us with onset diabetes...

Halloween is a strange holiday, filled with costumes, crazy decorations, but tons of candy. Normally, I wouldn’t celebrate Halloween but that was a year ago before this happened to me. Exactly one year ago to this day, I’ve been like this. My body is distorted in several places, my eyes bloodshot and crazy, bald spots in my hair, everything about me is messed up. I look like a zombie. I’ve been in hiding for the whole time, not wanting anyone to find me, only going out at night to get scraps of food people have thrown away. How did this happen to me? One day I was a normal kid, living with my perfect family and the next, I’m burning in a fire, screams of horror reaching my ears. My screams.

I had gone to spend the summer with my grandparents in Florida when we had a head-on collision with a semi. Unfortunately, that truck was transporting gasoline, so upon impact, my world went up into flames. I don’t remember what happened after that but I do remember waking up in the woods, a glass sphere in my hands.

The sphere was a burning orange color with flames licking at the clear walls of its cage. At first, I didn’t know what to do with it but I kept it with me. My face was burned, my hair was singed. I was a mess. As I stumbled out of the woods, following the sound of sirens, I looked up. Police cars and ambulances surrounded the scene of the accident. Creeping along the edge of a police car, I caught sight of my reflection in one of the side mirrors. A scream escaped my mouth. I didn’t even look human. My normal brown eyes had been replaced with glowing orange spheres. Firery orange spheres.

“No, no, no, no,” I stumbled backward into the woods and tripped over a root.

When I hit the ground, flames sprung up in a circle around me, quickly spreading out and burning the woods around me. I lifted my hand towards the flames and they stood still as if they were waiting for my command.

“Stop.” the word had power. The flames quivered for a moment and then they went grew smaller and smaller until they sputtered out.

These thoughts filled my head as I climbed the steps to the first house, jack-o-lantern in hand. I knocked on the door and it swung open a second later.

“Hey, kiddo,” the man smiled and dumped a generous amount of candy into my bucket.

“Happy Halloween!”

“Thanks, you too,” I smiled back at him.

“Ooh, I like your eyes,” he pointed out.

“They’re special contacts I ordered off Amazon,” I lied as I walked back down the steps.

“They’re cool.” With that, he shut the door and I continued on to the next house.

Bang bang. I knocked on the door and waited.

“Go away, I don’t got no candy for you, brat,” a grouchy old man opened the door and growled at me.

“Trick or treat,” I said anyways.

“I already told you, I don’t got no candy!” he snapped.

“I guess it’s a trick then,” I smiled. “I like your hedges.”

“Ahh, yes,” his face softened at the mention of his pride and joy. “It took me several weeks

to get them looking that good.”

“It’d be a shame if anything was to happen to them,” I turned and extended my hand towards them.

“What are ya doin?” he was scared.

“Ignite,” I commanded. Flames sprung up at the base of the hedge, quickly spreading upwards, burning everything in a matter of second.

“Wha!?” he was confused, upset, and really scared. He raised his cane to wack me but I

stepped backward.

“You didn’t give me a treat, so I gave you a treat!” I laughed. I turned and jogged down the sidewalk to the next house. I could hear him yelling at someone to call the fire department.

“Hello, you want some candy?” a younger woman opened the door at the next house.

“Yes, please,” I smiled innocently.

“Here you go!” she gave me a big handful. “I love your costume by the way.”

“Thanks,” I answered.

If only they knew.