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Rating: PG-13 for gore (no swearing-actually, there's no talking at all xD)

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Aiden impatiently bounced up and down in the frame of the front door of his homely abode, clad in the same costume he wore every year on Halloween. The stained linen resting on Aiden’s shoulders hung over his body and revealed the smallest sliver of skin when he walked. The cheap white cream slathered on his face to make him appear as a ghost was already starting to crack above his jaw as he widened his mouth to yell at his parents to hurry up.

Aiden’s mom rushed to the door, carrying her purse, looking frazzled. Aiden glanced behind her and saw his dad sitting on the couch, staring at the TV, which flashed light against his body as he gazed, fixated. Aiden asked his mom if he was coming, and she hastily shook her head and pushed Aiden out the door, slamming it behind her. Once the dad heard the door close, he rose from the couch and entered the kitchen, where he opened the fridge and began to remove items and place them on the counter.

Aiden soon got over his disappointment of his father’s absence, even though the trick-or-treating tradition included both of his parents. He dashed to each house’s doorstep, his white sheet billowing behind him, rang the bell, and anxiously awaited his sweet treat to help fill his tawdry pillowcase. From house to house, Aiden’s pillowcase soon became full and too heavy for him to carry. At this point, he was tired and wanted to go back home and devour all of his hard-earned candy.

Aiden and his mother arrived home within a couple of minutes, where she led him into the kitchen and he dropped his enormous bag onto the dining table. As usual, Aiden’s mom checked all the candy wrappers to see if they looked suspicious, and if they did, she would immediately throw them away. She always lectured to Aiden how twisted and cruel some people were and how they wanted to hurt little children. While Aiden was examining his large supply, his mom gave a slight nod to her husband, who gave a nod in return and opened the refrigerator door and took out a special gift. The little boy turned his head, and in his father’s hand he saw a shining, crimson, candy-covered apple, which was prepared while Aiden was out trick-or-treating. Aiden snatched the apple eagerly and as he wrapped his mouth around the apple, matching smiles grew on his parents’ faces, their lips curling and their eyes gleaming. He bit into the apple, and a sharp pain shot through his entire face as a razorblade dug into the roof of his mouth. He screamed and screeched, and pulled the apple out of his mouth, the razor along with it. His blood streamed down the apple, the deep red liquid dripping onto the linoleum floor. He lost his strength and collapsed to the ground, reaching for his mother and father, who both backed away calmly, smiling to each other. Aiden writhed on the cold floor, begging for their help, but they just walked to the living room, sat on the couch, and stared at the TV, ignoring their son’s cries. The mother slowly closed her eyes and rested her weary head on her husband’s shoulder, assured she would have a good night’s sleep.

Haha, yeah, it is pretty twisted. xDD When I read it aloud in class I started laughing cuz it was so messed up. xDDD

Holy Crap! Wow, that was unexpected. Kudos.
The laughing thing, that happens to me whenever I try to read a story in class. Especially when some girl starts cringing.