You can see me can’t you? Please. Look. Look really hard. The eyes. You know these eyes. They are my eyes.
I try to follow the familiar figure as it passes through the limited scope of my vision. I Fight with everything I have, straining until my mind almost bursts from frustration, but they won’t move. Nothing will move.
Thankfully Paul reappears, pulls back the covers, then smiles towards the rumble of footfall.
I ache. Please Paul. Turn. Turn towards me. Look. You of all people must see.
A small figure leaps from somewhere to my left, landing on the centre of the bed. With a bounce he spins to face me, flips the cape behind him, lifts the black mask from where it sits askew on his grinning face, crosses his legs, and then upturns the large black bag.
Sticky, tooth rotting candy tumbles towards me.
“Wait until Mum sees this Stevie. I can’t believe she let you go this year.” Paul ruffles Stevie’s fine blond hair and then my heart squeezes with pain as he passes by so close I can smell his cologne.
Stevie watches the door and waits. When all is silent he selects one of the large teeth-smashing all-day-gob-stoppers, peels back the wrapper, fixes his eyes to mine, and then grins.
On the inside, I shiver.
Very creepy. I love the opening paragraph.
Not the best way to spend Hallowe’en. Poor woman. Wonder how Stevie did it.
A real Halloween chiller!
Magnificently creepy, I love it.