No Tricks, No Treats.
Felina Nightbone used jagged teeth to rip sticky tape. She affixed the cardboard sign to her letterbox.
“Right. I’m off to bed.”
She shut the iron gate. Inside she snuffed candles.
Still they came, giggling in ridiculous dress-up. They thought she’d carved the pumpkins for them. They thought this house had been decorated.
Felina peeked through tattered curtains from her attic window. “Why do they come?”
The cat swished its tail.
But the house knew why they’d come. The cauldron howled, floorboards creaked. Walls shivered.
Costumed children ran screaming, happy, toward the iron gate.
(If you’d like to participate in Halloween flash fiction for junior readers, here’s the details.)
And here’s my Halloweensie entry from 2017.