It was the night of Halloween, and all the stores that carried costumes were filled to the brim with people who searched desperately for a last minute costume. The young and old would dress with glee hoping to enjoy a night that would be filled with screams. As I would wait for my next victim, people would gather around a coffin to see what was inside. As someone would open the coffin I would sit up carefully and slow. With blood dripping down one side of my face I gave them a horrendous scare. They would laugh after of course glad I wasn’t really dead, or so they thought, but some would stay after the scare. They would ask my name and for my number but I didn’t give it to them for they would be dead in seconds. As the last of the children ran away from me and my coffin I went to work on making my meal. It would be a wondrous feast to say the least. Most likely the biggest meal I have ever had in one town. Many though would die tonight unsuspecting victims as I call them. It was midnight and there had been a string of missing people reports near one area. There were few witnesses but the ones who had been questioned all foretold of a girl coming out of a coffin near a cemetery as a prank but when the coffin closed the people who stayed behind had vanished. When the police when’t to check the coffin nothing was there but a note
that read “Happy Halloween.” And when the officer reached to pick up the note for evidence a door opened in the bottom of the coffin revealing the victims all of them guys with lipstick marks on the side of their neck like a kiss, but they were dead. Their blood drained from their body like a capri sun that was sucked dry by a thirsty child. Each victim though had been in prison for the murder of the same girl. The girl’s name was Annette Smith, she was 16 when she was killed, and had been walking home from school when a group of guys attacked her. The guys were quickly identified and sentenced to 20 years in prison, but when their sentence was over they got put on probation. The police knew they were in town but they didn’t think they were that close to where the attack had happened. After they investigated some more they began to realize that where the coffin was were the girl had been murdered. Some of the officers began to get skittish thinking it was ghost while others said it was a few teenagers playing a nasty trick. As the officers began to argue amongst themselves a girl appeared in front of the coffin and laughed.
“ Ma’am this is police business. Someone as young as you shouldn’t be looking at a coffin like that.” an officer told her.
“ Oh, I’m sorry I’ll just be off then.” the girl turned around and smiled at them then walked away and disappeared into fog.
When the girl had smiled one of the officers noticed the girl looked familiar but had discarded it. The girl they had seen couldn’t have Annette Smith, she had died a few years back. Or did she?