The world around you seems to darken as you announce your presence. The seconds tick past like hours.
Something bangs on the door from the inside, startling you badly.
The sound is louder this time. You start to shake.
The door splinters apart, revealing a wild face smiling with too many teeth.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEERE'S HABIT!" it says, voice gruff and cruel. With a crazed laugh, it bursts through the door. The machete in its hand is sharp, and already dripping with blood. As you stand there, paralyzed with fear, he swings the machete towards you. You squeeze your eyes shut, thinking, this is it, I'm done for.
You hear the clatter of something falling to the ground.
You peek an eye open. Your candy bucket lay on the ground, contents spilling out. The machete had split the handle. You risk a glance at Habit, watching as it leans over and picks up your basket.
"Alright. Thank's for the treat, kid. Happy Halloween!" Whistling, he turns around and goes back inside.