Whenever the town would mention Hank, it was in the same tone as a old tale. They never mentioned him in normal conversation and I know knew why.

It was a chilly day in October. I was walking down Hamlin Street as I do on Halloween. I was wearing a skeleton costume that could be almost invisible in the cloak of night. My bucket was a quarter of the way full, as it always was on Halloween. I lived in a small, and poor neighborhood. I had walked to every house with the light on. All but one house. The house of the young man who had just gotten out of college. Hank’s house.

As I walked up to his house, his light turned off. His light was the only light source of the front porch. Yet even though the light was off, I knocked on it. The light was off yet the door swung open.

“The light was off” he whispered to me

“But it was on, you just turned it off” I say back to him, he then tried to close the door on me and before he did, I heard a slight thump near his closet nearby. A thump from an animal or a person. Behind the door I heard

“All I wanted was a lazy Sunday but now I have to kill you, and the boy waiting right outside the door”