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Your entire house had been decorated for Halloween, your family took the holiday very seriously. But your parents had gone to a Halloween work party which meant you would be staying home to hand out candy. You didn’t mind though, you simply invited your boyfriend over so the two of you could watch scary movies in the living room and answer the door for trick or treaters.

And of course, you two dressed up. You as Little Red Riding Hood and him as the Big Bad Wolf. It was too perfect of an idea to pass up. Not to mention the fact that the basket for your costume was the perfect place to hold all the candy you were handing out, allowing for you to dramatically reveal it to the children—giving them a sweet, core Halloween memory.

Everything was going fine, every five to ten minutes you would get a knock at the door, Theo would pause the movie, and then you would answer the door together. You gave candy to princesses, superheroes, anime characters, and of course the classics like vampires, ghosts, witches, and zombies.

You opened the door, expecting to see another one of the classic costumes but you didn't. There’s a little boy in a plague doctor mask and behind him stands his parents, both wearing similar masks and long coats—the father was carrying a cane.

“Trick or treat!” the boy says cheerfully.

Smiling, you hold out the basket of candy for the kid to take from just as you had done many times before. Theo would normally come up behind you and growl, to try and scare the kids but this time he didn’t.

You didn’t pay much mind to this until the mother stepped forward, her voice slightly distorted from the mask, “Is your friend okay?”

Furrowing your brows, you look over your shoulder at Theo who seems almost like a statue, completely frozen in place. You recognized the look in his eyes, it was the look he got when he got back from Hell and would have nightmares of his sister every night.

You turn back around quickly, grabbing an extra handful from your basket and tossing it into the kids bag, “Yeah! He’s alright! Have a nice night!” you shut the door right in the kids face. You would feel bad about it later.

“Theo,” you say softly, setting the basket down and walking over to him, “what’s wrong?”

He blinks, his eyes all watery as he takes a deep breath, “Nothing it’s just…”

“It’s not nothing,” you correct, reaching up to hold his face in your hands, you smile when he doesn’t flinch away, “talk to me, please…”

“The masks,” he whispers, voice cracking.

You understood then, the Dread Doctors, they had tortured him for years.

“They’re not here anymore, Theo, they can’t hurt you now. I promise.”

He lets out a shaky breath, “I know, I just…”

“I’m going to put a note on the candy basket, okay? I’m going to set it outside and when I come back in we can watch a…less scary movie. We can get out of our costumes too, alright? We can just put on our pajamas?”

“I don’t wanna ruin—“

“Shut up,” you cut him off, “you’re not ruining anything, I promise… now, let’s write a note… and then we can get changed, okay?”

He nods, “Okay.”

You smile, “I’m here for you, you know that.”

“I love you.”

Grinning, you press a kiss to his cheek, “I love you too,” and with that, you go to find the paper.