Pumpkin
"Hey - cool costume, mister!"
Death turned just enough to see a little human rush past him, too-large purple jacket and green wig flying in the breeze. He didn't understand Man's delight over wearing such foolish garments on this day... or, any day, really.
Which, he supposed, might be why he was dared to do this.
The plastic pumpkin in his hand rattled as he slowly approached a lighted home, curling his fingers into a fist before gently knocking on the wooden door.
A rotund female came out, eyeing him as Death held out the pumpkin, hissing, "Trick... or... treat."
A/N: Guess who the kid was dressed up as. Hint: same thing I was dressed up as for Halloween last year.
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