This story is inspired by a flash movie titled "Candy" and stars the protagonist of that particular tale. Her name is Genevieve…and she is scary. For more on Genevieve and her spooky adventures, check out . It's Halloween, my friends. I cannot think for a more perfect time to be scared out of your wits. A word of warning: do not watch in the dark…or alone.

WARNING: This story is rated T for a creepy little girl and her pet monster.

Darev and Hallowinx Tales proudly presents…

Trix or Treat

It was Halloween and the Trix were just settling into their new hideout when the doorbell rang.

Sorting a group of spell books and other enchanted reading material into a shelf, Icy paused momentarily and said, "Somebody want to get that?"

"I'm busy," she heard Darcy say from the other side of the room. "Stormy, go see who it is."

Stormy was polishing off vials and bottles. She currently carried a load of them in her hands, performing a hazardous balancing act. "I've got my hands full over here, Darcy. Icy, why don't you go get it?"

"I'm arranging our entire spell collection. It's a delicate and time-consuming process and I don't want to be disturbed right in the middle of it."

The bell rang again.

"Well somebody's going to have to answer it," Darcy said.

"Knut!"

"He doesn't work for us anymore, Icy."

"I know. Force of habit." She sighed. "Fine. I'll get it." Icy placed the grimorie she was currently cataloging and left the library. Down the hall and pass the living room, Icy begrudgingly picked up the pace when whoever it was outside rang the bell again. "I'm coming!" She barked. She planned to do more than that when she met the jerk. Reaching the front door, Icy grabbed the knob and pulled it open so fast her hair spun back. "Listen bust…"

There was no one there.

"Huh?"

Looking left. Looking right. Save for a slew of Trick or Treaters, the witch spotted nothing out of the ordinary. It was Halloween and the entire neighborhood was celebrating. Parents chaperoned their badly-dressed brats from one house to the next collecting candy. The house the Trix moved in to had been abandoned for years. They'd yet to remove the boards on the windows and they had no intention to for they liked their privacy.

"Probably some stupid kid playing a prank." Her eyes wandered down and she saw…her.

Icy's eyes widened when she spotted the pint-sized girl wearing a pointy black hat and a black robe. Her eyes were large black orbs and her skin was the palest of white. The little girl had short dark hair with two tiny ponytails wagging in the back. In her hand, she had a small, plastic bag in the design of a Jack-o-Lantern with a goofy grin on its face.

"Uh…" At first, Icy didn't know what to make of her. "Hey, kid, you do know this place is abandoned right?"

The girl said nothing. She just stared up at Icy with those big, dark eyes—eyes it seemed were too large for her small head.

A scowl creased her face and Icy pointed behind the girl. "Didn't you read the DO NOT TRESPASS sign?" She gestured to the large sign posted at the front of their lawn. Darcy had written it using black nail polish and it was so badly scribbled that it looked like it had been made by a child. Darcy didn't much pay attention in writing class.

"You're on private property, kid. Now get out of here before—" Icy paused when the girl raised her bag. "What the? You want candy?"

The girl didn't say anything but the gesture was pretty much self-explanatory.

"Well I don't have any. What do you think of that?"

The girl stood there.

"Look, kid, there are like a hundred homes in this neighborhood. Why don't you go ask them for candy and don't bother me again, okay? Okay." Icy slammed the door shut. "The nerve of that brat." She headed down the hall.

DING-DONG!

"I don't believe this!" Back at the door, Icy found that the little girl was still there, still gawking at her with those unnerving dark pools. She held up her bag again as if to reiterate the point.

"I told you to get lost! Now scram!" The little girl did not budge. "Okay. So you want candy?" she asked. Leaning over, Icy held her fingers over the girl's waiting bag and sprinkled some icicles into it. "There. Just put some fudge on it and you've got yourself a popsicle." Icy grabbed the girl, turned her around, and gently shoved her away. "Now beat it. Oh and for the record, that outfit sucks."

Finally rid of the child, Icy headed back to the library where her sisters were still tidying up the place. "Who was that?" Stormy asked as she dusted off the table where she had placed the vials and bottles.

"Just some girl out Trick or Treating. She had the ugliest little witch costume I've ever seen."

"A little girl?" Darcy asked, staring intently at Icy.

"Yeah."

"Wearing a witch costume?" Stormy inquired.

"Did I stutter?" She noticed the strange looks she was getting from her sisters. "What?"

Both pointed at something behind her. Icy turned and jumped backward. "What in Fralhalla!?"

The little girl was standing right there with her bag and her pointy hat. Without regarding the other two, the girl offered her bag to the blue-garbed witch in hopes of candy.

"How did you get in here? Darcy didn't you ward this place?"

"I was getting around to it."

"Ugh!" Frustrated, Icy took the girl and escorted her back to the door by the collar of her robe. "Get out!" She kicked the little wannabe witch out the door with her foot. "And stay out!" Icy slammed the door hard and turned around. "AHHHH!" Her back against the door, Icy cried out as she saw the little girl was there yet again. The dark pools looked at Icy quizidly as if confused as to why she was treating her this way. A scowl slowly formed on her pasty-white face as she offered up her pumpkin bag yet again.

"I don't have any candy!" Icy spat. "Why are you bothering me?"

The little girl said nothing.

Icy wouldn't dare admit this but the girl was freaking her out. Without thinking she fired off an ice spell that encased the girl in an ice cube. She quickly opened the door and shoved the frozen child outside before closing it. This time, Icy remembered to lock. She gradually turned around as if expecting to see her again but when the girl was not there the witch let out a relieved sigh.

She strode confidently back to the library, whistling a tune as she did so. Quite pleased with herself, for she was evil afterall, Icy arrived with a smile on her face. "Well now that that's taken care of we can—you've gotta be kidding me!!"

"Icy, is this a friend of yours?" Darcy pointed to a little girl in a witch costume standing on the table in the middle of the room. The two sisters regarded Icy with confused stares as she gawked—her chin almost on the floor.

"But…how…why…hadjibeh…"

"That last one wasn't even a word," Stormy pointed out.

Her ire boiling over, Icy stormed towards the kid. "That's it! I have had it! Kid, you are in for a world of pain!" Icy rolled up her sleeves and readied to pounce on the child when all the lights in the room began to flicker. Her harsh expression centered toward Icy, the girl raised her Trick or Treat bag.

"I think she wants candy," Darcy pointed out.

"Well thank you Miss Obvious. I've been trying to get rid of her but the brat somehow keeps getting back inside." Icy clenched her fists and glared at the girl. "She just won't leave."

"I'll make her vamoose." Stormy gathered energy into her palm and blasted the table the little girl was on. Smoke filled the room and the girl was nowhere to be seen. Waving her brush around in her hand, Stormy regarded Icy with a boastful glance. "Happy?"

"Damn. Icing a kid? You are stone cold, sis."

"Why thank you, Darcy."

"Stone cold?"

"Face it, Ice. You may be head witch most of the time but when it comes to getting things done I…" The lights went out and Stormy screamed. They heard something hit the floor.

"Stormy?" Icy called. She suddenly felt very cold.

"Hold on." Icy heard Darcy say as she foraged around. Being more attuned to darkness, Darcy was able to find a candlestick and light it up with a match. She went over to where they last saw Stormy and looked around. All they found was the brush she dropped. "Where is she?"

"I…I don't know."

Darcy scanned the room. "Uh…Icy…" She turned the candle so that the light was casting its glow over a tiny figure. The little girl was there, glaring at both witches, with her bag still propped up for the acquisition of candy.

"You."

"This girl…she's a real witch!"

"We're the witches here, Darcy."

"Then how to do you explain,"

"Don't be afraid," Icy said, but Darcy was already stepping back. Suddenly, before she could do anything, Icy watched Darcy make a run for it. "Darcy! Wait!" She ran after her sister. The two left the library and down the dark hall, the candle casting eerie shadows along the way. No sooner did they turn into the living room when they came to a screeching halt. The little girl was there—her bag up.

Icy and Darcy screamed in unison and ran the other way. They arrived in the kitchen and shut the door, leaning on it for good measure. Darcy gasped for air as she was laying against the door. Her breathing stopped when she spotted the little girl. She was just standing there, looking at them. A moment later the bag came up as if by magic, held in her tiny hands. "Ahhhh!" Darcy flung open the door with Icy still on it. Icy fell flat on her face right in front of the little girl. She looked up. Those large, black eyes now leered at her menacingly. Gone was her bizarre cuteness. Now all that face promised was malice.

"Wait for me!" Icy scrambled to her feet and ran after Darcy who was screaming her head off. She saw the candlelight ahead and followed it. It went running up the stairs along with Darcy's cries and Icy struggled to keep up. "Wait!" Icy reached the top of the stairs and turned to where she heard Darcy go. The light was bobbing down the hall.

"Darcy!" Icy cried. A split second later her sister's screams had ceased. Icy saw the light drop to the floor and flicker out. A strange sound emanated from down the hall and Icy could swear she heard something breathing. It was getting closer.

She screamed and made for her bedroom. The sound got closer…and closer…and Icy could feel something breathing down her back. With a loud yell she plunged into her room and slammed the door shut. Her breath coming out in hard gasps, Icy fumbled around in the dark as if searching for a weapon.

She was a witch—one of the most feared to have ever haunted the halls of Cloud Tower. Icy was the bane to fairies and heroes everywhere. Yet she could not stop herself from shaking violently. Icy was scared. Terrified. What was that….thing?

Feeling her way in the dark, Icy made her way to the bathroom adjacent to her sleeping quarters. The witch shut the door. Turning, she felt herself back away until she touched the sink and screeched as the lights came back on. All was silent save for the heavy panting of one very frightened witch. A tiny hand touched her from behind. Icy whirled around and found the little girl standing on the sink with her pointy witch hat. The Trix screamed and stumbled back until she fell into the tub.

The fall had hurt her back and Icy groaned. Her head had hit the back of the tub and she became dazed. Not so dazed as to miss the tip of a pointy black hat making its way toward her dangling feet. The little girl's head appeared between her legs and those black pools were narrowed in anger. The little girl rose up until she was standing on the edge of the tub. With a gesture of finality, she offered up her bag.

"Y-You want candy?" Icy muttered. "Okay…okay…here." Reaching for the bowl of treats she kept by her tub to snack on while she bathed, Icy opened it and emptied the contents of the bowl into the girl's bag. "Take it! It's all yours!"

The bowl empty, the little girl looked at all the candy. She studied it for a moment, looked at Icy…and then turned to leave. The little girl walked out the door and never looked back.

Icy was shaking like mad. She had never been so afraid of anything in her whole life. Strange how this one little girl would prove to be more a witch than she ever did…or could.

Slowly peering out of the tub, Icy made sure the little girl was gone before allowing herself to calm down. It was over.

Something touched the top of her head and Icy looked up. The last thing she saw was darkness and gnashing teeth.

The little girl left the house and made for the front gate. She paused a moment to look back and with a roll of her big, black eyes muttered, "Amateurs," before closing the gate and heading for the next house.

Halloween Tip: If a little girl with big black eyes and a witch costume appears on your doorstep for Halloween—GIVE HER ALL THE CANDY SHE WANTS!