He stood there and stared at the house. It was the scariest one in the village, all the tombstones in the yard, and the giant spider on the roof. He knew it was all fake, but it still scared him. "Well go on" said his older sister. "Maybe he's too scared" said his older brother. They always tormented him.
"Well are you going or not" came a voice from inside his head. He ignored it and walked up to the door. He would not allow his brother to tell him that he was scared. He got his candy and ran back to his siblings.
He could hear his siblings snickering at him from behind his back. "Well, you can hear them. What are you going to do about it" said the voice again. "Nothing" he stated out loud. "We didn't say anything to you stupid" snapped his brother. He just turned and glared at his brother.
"Well, what are you going to do about him" that nagging voice said. He just asked what it meant, through his thoughts this time. Well he does call you a scared, stupid little brat, and you know you aren't, right" it said. He nodded.
Hey, stop, we're home" said that annoying voice that was his brothers. He stopped walking and turned around and walked into the house. He dropped his bag of candy on the kitchen table, and went to his room. He didn't like candy; he only went trick-or-treating because his siblings thought they were too old for trick-or-treating. So he had to get them their candy.
The next morning his brother was lying on his bed in a pool of blood. The only person that could have done it was a six year old boy in a blood stained Halloween costume, a wicked grin on his lips, and the murder weapon at his feet.
