Last Night

Bela woke up one morning with a pain in his left eye. He remembered why when he got into the bathroom, and saw the black circle around it. With a sigh, he popped some Advil, and got some ice. After laying down with an ice pack on his face for a little while, he got up and walked downstairs, to the basement.

His face kept hurting, twinging with the way he frowned in thought. He stood in the doorway, for a long time, and when he finally flicked on the light, he stared at the thing in the corner, and waited, watching, while it stared back.

“Don’t look at me,” he finally said, irritable. “You’re the one who said ‘Trick or Treat’.”

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