MicroHorror

It was getting late and Michael was hungry again. He turned off the porch light to deter any further trick-or-treaters and descended the rickety wooden steps to the dank cellar. His screaming Halloween treats were still chained to the back wall, thrashing against their bonds. He had a skeleton, a princess, and what was left of the pirate to choose from. Michael decided that he was in the mood for something sweet before bedtime. So, with carving knife in hand, he headed straight for the princess.