A/N: Happy Halloween, everyone! Don't worry, the next chapter of "Double Helix" should (hopefully) be up sometime tomorrow or Sunday. Anyway, this is my first attempt at horror, so I'm open to any suggestions to make it scarier. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Do not eat too much candy all at once or you'll get sick

"Come on! Come on! Let's go on this street next!" Michelangelo waved his pillowcase filled with more wrappers than candy as he bounded forwards.

"Remind me again why we let him have sugar?" Donatello gave his oldest brother a mock-poisoned glare.

Leonardo smiled. "Because if we didn't, he'd never let up on us about it. Besides, we all love Halloween. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Ya mean besides a giant statue thing comin' to life or demons comin' through holes in the sky?"

"Yes, Raph," Leonardo rolled his eyes. "Besides that. I meant what's the worst that would happen because of Mikey on candy."

Raphael smirked. "I know, Leo. You'd think that after two hours 'a trick-or-treatin' that he'd be done."

"By that logic, you'd also think that being a giant turtle would be enough and he wouldn't need to dress up," Donatello added.

"I can hear you, you know!" Michelangelo spun around with as large of a huff as he could make; his Turtle Titan cape continued around after he stopped and wrapped itself around his front. The other three turtles burst out laughing. "Oh hardy-har-har." Mikey glared at them as he pulled the cape around to the front. "Are you guys coming or just gonna stay and joke about my mondo awesome superhero status?" A sly smile stole across his face. "You guys just stay here and I'll do this street twice as me and my alter-ego and get all the candy!"

"No way, dipstick!" Smirking, Raphael shook his bag as he walked forwards. "You're just gonna make yourself sick." His smirk turned into a huge grin. "I'll just have to get all the candy here!"

"You're going to have to catch me first!" With his trademark laugh, Michelangelo did a flip over a short wrought iron gate. Raphael followed close on his heels.

"We should probably make sure they stay out of trouble."

Leonardo agreed as he set his hand on the gate. Suddenly, as if struck, his head snapped towards the house.

"What's wrong?"

The eldest turtle shook his head slowly, tearing his eyes away from the Victorian, trying to shake off the tingling sensation that had just shot down his spine. "Don't know. Just thought I felt…something."

"Well, there was just a cold wind. Maybe you felt that."

"Guess so." Leonardo winced as the gate squeaked horribly on its hinges.

"Come oooooooooon!" Michelangelo stood on the house's porch, making a big show of waiting impatiently as his brothers joined him.

"You could have rung the bell without us, you know."

The youngest turtle's pouty-face turned into a grin. "Already did. It's one of those haunted house deals with everything inside."

"They sure did a great job with the décor." Donatello glanced at the cobwebs dangling from the ancient rafters.

"Agreed. I don't even remember seeing this house before."

"Are you two gonna stand around yakin' 'bout the architecture or can we go in already?"

"Relax, Raph." Leonardo glanced back towards the street, strangely devoid of other trick-or-treaters. "I'm just not sure it's a good idea to go in."

"Chillax, Leo." Michelangelo rolled his eyes as he pushed open the door and put one foot inside. "The voice said to come in. And anyway, it's just your standard haunted house. Shell, all that's missing is some lightning hitting a tower or some bats flying all over."

As if on cue, a squeak sounded from the far end of the porch. All four turtles jumped.

Donatello chuckled as he pinpointed the source. "What were you saying about bats, Mike?" He pointed to the little mammal silhouetted against the orange glow of the night sky.

Michelangelo laughed nervously. "Let's just go get our candy then get out of here. I don't want that bat getting caught in my hair! OW!"

"You don't have hair, motor-mouth. Open the door more already!"

"Well, alright," Leonardo conceded. "But there's still something about this that I don't like."

"We're friggin' ninja, Fearless. I think we can handle a spooky house." As if to prove his point, Raphael stormed past Michelangelo into the house. With an eyeroll, the other turtles followed.

As soon as Michelangelo let go of the door, it slammed shut, the resounding 'bang' echoed down the long entry hall.

"Geez, Mike! Wake the dead, why don'tcha?"

"Sorry," the youngest turtle shrugged with an embarrassed grin. "It slipped."

"Never mind, Mike. Guys, just hurry up and get your candy."

"Take a chill pill, oh brother of mine." Michelangelo walked backwards down the hallway. "We'll get the candy, split this hauntsville, and go get more candy!"

"And then you'll stuff your face, become excessively hyperactive due to the sugar rush, and drive us all insane," Donatello accused with an air of longsuffering.

"Exactly. Ow! Again, Raph?"

Raphael lowered his hand with a smirk as Leonardo rolled his eyes. "I never thought I would say this, but guys, focus on the candy. Are you even sure someone is here? This place is practically dead. No one else has even rung the bell since we've been here."

"Leo," Michelangelo sighed with as much exasperation as he could muster, "the guy said to come in. That means someone's here."

"Did you actually see him?"

"Well…no…"

"Maybe it was a ghost!" Donatello grabbed his youngest brother's shoulders from behind.

Michelangelo screamed good-naturedly and scampered, laughing, further down the hall. Suddenly he stopped as the glass sconces on either side of him ignited spontaneously. "I didn't touch anything!"

"Motion sensors?" Leonardo suggested.

Donatello shrugged as he walked towards Michelangelo. His brow furrowed as he examined one of the lights.

"What's up, Don?"

"I'm not sure, Raph. Guys, unless someone figured out how to rig motion sensors to gas lights where it both turned on the gas and ignited them, I think these went on by themselves."

"Oooooooooh!" Michelangelo waved his fingers around. "Maybe this place is haunted."

Raphael elbowed Leonardo as the elder turtle looked back over his shoulder. "What's the matter, Fearless? Scared o' a little light?"

"Did anyone else notice how long this hallway is?" Leonardo ignored his brother's jibe. "It's much longer than it should be."

"And no rooms," Michelangelo added, subconsciously stepping closer to Raphael. "What kind of whacked-out house is all creepy hall and no rooms?"

"You're right…"

"Don't encourage them, Don." Raphael huffed and crossed his arms. "Mike ain't even right. There's a door right there." He pointed to the doorway approximately three feet away.

"Dude," Michelangelo turned to look at the doorway. "I totally didn't even see that."

"Well it's my guess that whoever that creepsville guy was that you heard's gotta be in there 'cause he sure wasn't in here."

"If he's there, then we'll get our candy and go. If he isn't," Leonardo threw Raphael his don't-you-dare-disagree-with-me look "then we're going to leave anyway. This whole place just feels like a trap."

"Fine." For the second time that night, Raphael stormed forwards and yanked the door open, revealing a kitchen. It was neat and orderly—cabinets lined the walls, a small pumpkin sat on the middle of a breakfast table, and it was lit by three tall candles sitting next to the pumpkin. A large bowl of brightly wrapped sweets was on the edge of the table closest to the door.

No one was there.

"Okay, guys, we've found the candy. Let's get it and get out."

"Okay, okay. Hold your horses." The three younger turtles advanced on the bowl as Leonardo stood awkwardly by the door, not noticing as it swung silently shut behind him.

As Michelangelo lifted the first piece of candy from the bowl, all three of the candles flickered and went out, leaving the room in complete darkness. "Not funny, guys!"

"Hey, I didn't do it," Raphael protested.

"There must have been a draft or something," Donatello suggested. "Hold on a sec." He reached into his belt and pulled out the lighter he carried for just such emergencies. "Leo, why don't you push the door open and see if the lights from the hall are still on so I can see the candles?"

Leonardo did not answer. The door did not move.

"Um, Leo?" All of a sudden, the lighter was knocked out of Donatello's hand. "Hey! What was that for?"

"What happened, Don?"

"I don't know. Something just OW!" The ring of shattering china rang out as Donatello clutched the side of his leg. "Guys, stop moving!"

"I haven't moved an inch!"

"Me neith-OW!" Again a crash sounded followed by Michelangelo falling to the floor. "What just hit me? What's going on?"

Raphael practically bent over backwards as a whirring sound flew towards him. There was another crash as more china hit the wall behind them. "Leo! If this is your idea of a joke then I'm gonna kick your ass all the way to Jersey!"

For a moment, the room was filled with silence, broken only by the soft sound of the turtle's breath. Then all hell broke loose. Cabinet doors pounded against each other as they were flung open and all sorts of things flew through the air. In the dark, it was all that the turtles could do to just avoid getting hit, but they were not always successful. The very air vibrated with the resounding bangs of cookware slamming into the floors and walls, infused with the staccato of china shattering, sending needle-like shards flying in all directions.

Finally all of the turtles ducked down and crawled underneath the table. As Donatello placed his hand on the wooden floor, hoping to not impale himself on anything, his heart leapt as he recognized the smooth contour of his lighter under his hand. He flicked it open and instantly everything stopped. The tiny flame seemed like the brightest of beacons in the deafening silence.

Around them, the glow showed the kitchen to be in shambles. Cautiously, the three turtles climbed out from under the table. Donatello re-lit the candles which had somehow miraculously managed to remain untouched in that warzone. He gulped as he saw a long, thin knife that had completely skewered the tiny pumpkin. If that had been just a foot lower…he refused to let himself think of what would have happened.

The candles now lit the kitchen much more completely, revealing themselves to be the only ones there.

"Leonardo Hamato Splinter Junior, you get out here right this second!" Raphael practically screamed as he looked unsuccessfully for his brother.

"Um, guys…" Michelangelo's voice trembled as he pointed towards the door. Leonardo's blue pillowcase lay sprawled on the ground as though thrown down. Next to it, the candy was spread out in a strange pattern.

"What is it, Donnie?"

Donatello stepped gingerly over what used to be a floral china plate and could feel his heart sinking. "It's a message. It says 'you have been warned.'"

So, how'd I do? Please let me know as well as any suggestions you have. Flames will be used to keep those candles burning!