A woman discovers that some Halloween costumes are not what they seem.
The Wilson's had settled in to watch a movie, assuming that they'd seen the last of this year's trick-or-treaters, when the door bell rang once again.
Judy jumped up and grabbed the bag of goodies. "Some lucky kids are going to get a boat load of snickers," she shouted to her husband over her shoulder.
Opening the door, she found a lone little boy, head down, squirming in place. He was dressed in an obviously hand-me-down Dracula costume - tattered, patched, and dusty. He was staring at his feet, She instinctively stepped forward to comfort him. A quick glance around left her even more worried.
"Honey, what are you doing out here alone? Where's your mommy?"
"In the grave these 500 years," he said in a husky voice that froze Judy's blood. "And I think ye'll be joinin' her."
