"How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb

Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back home"

- Evanescense, Bring Me to Life


"Annabeth," Percy groaned. "Why not?"

"Because, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said. "We are not going trick-or-treating!"

For the past hour, the couple had been arguing over whether they would go trick-or-treating or not. Percy begged,whined, and sucked up to her, but Annabeth refused. She would not participate in such a childish activity. Especially not at the young adult age of seventeen.

Yet, a few hours later, Annabeth found herself in a ridiculous witch costume with Percy in a Spider-Man costume. Eventually she had gotten sick of all his complaining and gave in, though the puppy dog eyes might have helped his cause.

"Percy, I'm uncomfortable," Annabeth stated.

"Don't be," Percy replied. "That costume really brings out your personality."

"Hilarious," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I try."

With a scoff, the two walked out of Percy's messy bedroom, only to be ambushed by Sally Jackson. She smiled brightly at the sight of them, which looked kind of odd since her face was half covered in make up. The couple figured she was in the middle of applying it.

"You two look so cute!" Sally exclaimed.

"Percy made me dress up," Annabeth clarified immediately, smiling despite herself.

"Oh, well he's always been a kid at heart," Sally said, sighing.

"Hey, I'm right here!" Percy protested.

"We know," the girls said in unison.

Percy's eyes widened comically, "No! Now you're talking in the same way! I'll be over here."

He tried to walk away, but Annabeth quickly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. She didn't even resist the urge to roll her eyes, as he was being utterly ridiculous. She had to admit, that it was somewhat funny though.

"Can we go now?" Percy asked. "It's getting late."

"Yes, you two can leave," Sally said. "Just be careful!"

"Sally, this is Percy we're talking about," Annabeth deadpanned.

"Good point...Just come back alive!"

After they promised that they would live, the couple left the apartment. Percy practically ran down the street, with Annabeth on his tail. She did, after all, have to make sure he didn't get himself killed somehow. When he finally stopped walking, he was in front of a door. He knocked on it like an excited little kid.

"Trick or treat!" Percy exclaimed.

"...Aren't you a little old for this?" The woman who answered the door asked.

"No. I'm not."

The woman shook her head, but still put candy in his and Annabeth's bags. Percy grinned and walked away, until Annabeth spun him around. He looked like a puppy who had been caught digging up a garden.

"Percy, you're acting like a kid," Annabeth said.

Percy frowned slightly, "Well, yeah...But I never really got the chance to have.a normal childhood. You haven't either. This is kind of my way of making things right."

Annabeth sighed, but she knew what said what true. Actually, what Percy said was true for a bunch of demigods. Ever since the age of twelve, he had to deal with something life-threatening. Now though, after the Giant War, he had a chance for some peace.

"Okay," Annabeth agreed. "Let's go little kids for the night."

Percy's face split into a grin so wide it made Annabeth's heart ache just looking at him. He ran to the door, where there was a bowl filled with candy. A sign on it said to take one. At this, Percy tried taking the entire bowl jokingly, until Annabeth swatted his hand.

"It says to take one," she said.

"I know. That's why I tried taking one bowl..."

She laughed, and they moved on. At the end of the night, even when Annabeth was cold and her feet were aching, she managed a smile.

"So...Who didn't want to go trick-or-treating?" Percy asked.

"Oh, shut it, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth retorted.

"Whatever you say Wise Girl, whatever you say."


Piper and Jason sat at a table, two giant pumpkins in front of them. Earlier they had picked them out, and just now they were going to carve them. Piper could remember when she used to do this with her father, and it gave her a comfortable feeling of nostalgia.

"So what's first?" Jason asked, tapping his fingers on the table.

"First, we have to gut the pumpkin," Piper announced, grabbing a knife.

"Sounds nice."

The daughter of love laughed at his comment, and began to cut the top of the pumpkin off. Jason did the same, though he slower, since this was the first time he had ever carved a pumpkin. Once they both got the top vut off, they paused.

"Okay, so now we have to get out the pumpkin guts," Piper said, reaching her hand into the pumpkin.

"I've heard worse," Jason decided, doing the same.

They started taking the stringy orange guts out of the pumpkin, grimacing slightly at it's stickiness. Piper grinned slightly, before taking a handful of the stuff and flinging it at Jason's back. The son of Jupiter winced, wiped it off, then wrapped Piper in a suffocating hug.

"Jase, you're cutting off my air supply," Piper choked out.

"Nonsense, Pipes," Jason said, a grin playing on his face.

"You're evil," she said, nodding in confirmation.

"So I've been told."

With a laugh he released her, and they finished gutting the pumpkins without further interruptions. What they had to do next was self-spoken, so they began to carve faces into the pumpkins.

Jason's turned out looking deformed, with it's uneven triangle eyes, over-sized nose, and crooked mouth. Piper's was nearly perfect, with all of the shapes in nearly prefect proportion. After all, she was a master at this by now.

"Yours is great," Jason said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Thanks...But yours kind of looks deformed," Piper said, biting back a smile.

"I take offense to that," he said.

"As you should."


Hazel and Frank sat on a the couch, watching some scary movie in celebration of Halloween. They had decided against going to the multiple events going on, in favor of relaxing for a day.

"This is nice," Hazel said contentedly, wrapping the blanket tighter around herself.

Frank nodded. "It's a step up from running for our lives."

The daughter of Pluto nodded in agreement, simply because it was the truth. She reached into the bowl of candy and pulled out a sucker. She unwrapped it, and began to eat it happily, while Frank balanced the popcorn bowl on his lap.

Just as the son of Mars opened his mouth to say something, the T.V. turned off. Everything was silent for another few minutes, until the lights flickered off, and everything was pitch black.

"What happened?" Hazel asked quietly.

"I don't kn-"

"GAH!" Someone yelled running into the room with a zombie mask on.

Hazel screamed, and Frank jumped so bad that the popcorn flew all over the place. The person laughed the electronics turned back on. Then, he took off his mask, and they saw who it was...

"Leo!" Frank and Hazel shouted in unison.

"That's me!"


The Stolls grinned at the prospect of Halloween, thinking of all of the things that they could do. For the past few days, they had been planning out pranks to pull on this day. They needed something that would make the other campers wet their pants. So who did they turn to for help? Nico Di Angelo.

"You two owe me," Nico grumbled, putting the finishing touches on the haunted house.

"Yeah, yeah," Connor said, rolling his eyes. "We'll repay you somehow."

Travis nodded in agreement, "We'll steal you some candy!"

"Fine," Nico said. "Now I'm going to leave. Once this all goes down, I'm not going to be murdered."

"He has faith in us," Connor said, wiping away a fake tear.

"I'm touched," Travis agreed, putting a hand to his heart.

Nico rolled his eyes and shadow traveled away. The two brothers grinned devilishly, and started handing out the haunted house flyers that they had made earlier in the day. Because of this, within an hour, at least half of the campers gathered outside the haunted house Nico set up.

The Stolls ushered the campers into the dark building, and started to watch them on the screen they set up. They laughed uncontrollably, as the campers practically jumped out of their shoes when they encountered ghosts. The house itself was bad enough, with the darkness, cobwebs, paintings, and old furniture.

Nico just made it worse.

As the campers began to leave, the doors swung shut, and the lights flickered off. Screams could be heard as soon as this happened, and the Stolls barely contained their laughter. Green slime fell from the ceiling of the house and landed on the campers trapped inside. Immediately, they started to yell in hoarse voices.

Connor and Travis grinned at each other.

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"


Author's Note: Yeah. Even though it probably doesn't seem like it, this took forever to write. But that's mostly because I wrote this on a glitchy kindle that deletes every two words. Because of this, sorry for typos.

So, which was your favorite? I liked the Percabeth one... :P

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!