I wrote this piece back in March, I thought you might like to read it.
Douglas closed the front door after giving sweets to the trick-or-treating children, sighing. He wasn't so keen on Halloween at all. All the fancy dressing up as ghosts, witches, zombies, mummies, princesses, werewolves and Harley Quinn and anything related to Halloween possible. But Douglas was glad that all this happens once a year.
Scarlett was in the kitchen, pouring out tomato juice, waring a thick dark scarf and black dress. Douglas placed the sweet bowl down on the bench as he looked for more sweets.
"A good night for the kids?" Scarlett asked as her husband reappeared with the sweets bag.
"Oh yes. But I'll be glad to see the end of Halloween this year."
"Oh come on, it's one night of the whole year."
"Well, I'm sure that Halloween will be the death of me." Douglas shrugged off his wife's remark.
Scarlett walked to the window and looked out to the full moon, her skin shinning brighter, catching Douglas's eye.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
Scarlett looked at him. "Of course I am."
"You've looked pale these couple of days."
"I'm fine." Scarlett shrugged off her husband's remark.
"Perhaps you should see somebody." Douglas remarked.
"I already have."
"And?"
"Never better." Scarlett answered.
The door bell rang.
"Another trick-or-treat." Douglas sighed, picking the sweets bowl up before answering the door.
The visitor towered Douglas by a full head. His dark cape matched it's wearer's smooth dark hair above his emotionless thin face, his eyes fixed on Douglas.
"I have nothing but treats." Douglas greeted the stranger.
"I'm sure you do." The stranger answered with a nod.
It was then that Douglas looked one of his missing mirrors behind the stranger, but as Douglas looked into it, she saw...only himself. The stranger wasn't in it. As if the stranger knew from Douglas's face of confusion, she smiled, bearing his fangs.
Without a second thought, Douglas slammed the door closed, dropping the sweet bowl, his face sweating n horror.
"What's the matter my dear?" Scarlett asked as she appeared in the hallway, slowly approaching her husband.
"There's a vampire outside." Douglas answered.
"It's Halloween."
"A real vampire!"
"Stop kidding."
"I'm not kidding!" Douglas shook his head. "I saw his fangs!"
"Oh do settle down." Scarlett reached her husband and they embraced.
Douglas looked down the hallway past his wife and, in a mirror at the far end, he saw...himself embracing nothing but air. He looked between the mirror and his wife's red hair for a second. Then he grabbed and pulled her scarf off and found two red dots on her pale neck. She leant back he head, smiled, bearing her fangs before she dived her mouth over his neck.
Outside, the Count smiled as he heard screams of horror.
I hope that you've enjoyed this piece and Halloween this year.