MicroHorror

Benny liked trick-or-treating. It was a great way to get candy and maybe scare some little kids. He had a bitchin’ Dracula costume and real fangs that his dad, an orthodontist, had made for him. He rang the condo’s doorbell and prepared to scare.

“Dracula, how quaint,” said the old guy who came to the door. “Fangs and everything. But blood sucking is so passé, so messy. I think this is better.”

Benny saw the man’s eyes light up like car stoplights, just before his own eyes were sucked from his skull, closely followed by his mortal soul.