They were right, and here I sit on someone's table waiting for my own flesh to be devoured.

I'm not as calm as I sound, if it weren't for the wrapper around my lips I would be screaming in sheer terror.

I'm tied between plastic and tape, decorated with bows. The room echoed from the creaky door. They were back, the whole family this time.

They were dressed in tattered and bloodied cloth, teeth sharp as razors.

How I wish they were just in costumes. -Ariel R.

Kitara Schlauch posted this painting.

Here I am on the bottom of this pumpkin basket. The lady of the house picked my bag of candy to share with the neighborhood Trick or Treaters. I wonder how long a ride I will have in this orange basket carried around by a pirate-masked boy. I am laying here among the Hershey Kisses and Paydays. Then there are more and more added to the collection of treats--lollipops, Milky Ways, M & Ms, Smarties, and even Burger King coupons. All of a sudden the basket was dumped out and my paper was ripped off. This is the end of the Snicker's Peanut Butter Square.