MicroHorror

Mary hated Halloween. More accurately, she hated what Halloween did to her. She remembered it like it was yesterday: Twenty years ago. Dressed like a fairy. Mrs. Jennings opening her door, a tray of brownies fresh from the oven. Other kids shoving. Losing her balance and falling butt-first on a pumpkin.

“Hey, look at Mary sitting on a pumpkin like it’s a throne.”

“Must think she’s a princess.”

“A pumpkin princess!”

Then came the laughter. No one bothered to help her.

The doorbell rang.

“Trick or treat!”

The pumpkin princess held out her poison-laden treats and smiled.

“Help yourself, kids.”