The street was empty and a fog lingered in the air, a Halloween night that Elaine would never forget. Most of the trick-or-treators had finished their haul, and the night was quiet but for the chirping of distant bats, and the steady tapping of high heeled boots on the pavement. Elaine had been wandering the streets, bag in hand, covered in the long, warm cloak of her Little Red Riding Hood costume.
She made her way up the long stone path, the iron gate creaking closed behind her as she approached the massive manor. She hadn’t realized how far from the mains streets she had gotten, but she decided to make one last stop before calling it a night. She lifted her fist to knock on the massive double doors, sure that this expensive old house would produce a nice big handful of candy to add to her collection.
Before her knuckles made contact with the door, it swung open, and Elaine was met with a frightening yet unsurprising visage. A tall, pale woman with long black hair stood before her, her blood red lips pierced by pure white fangs. Her skin tight black dress flowed down and spread across the floor behind her, her sleeves hanging in tattered whisps nearly to the ground. Her long, scarlet fingernails appeared dangerously sharp, and her piercing eyes glimmered within her smokey black make-up.