The neon glow of the McDonald's sign was a beacon in the otherwise pitch-black night. The wind whipped around me, sending a shiver down my spine despite the oversized fuzzy sweater I was wearing. I'd been at the Halloween party for hours, but the air was thick with a kind of manic energy that made me feel like I was going to burst. I needed some fresh air, some quiet, something, anything, to calm the riot in my gut.
"Double cheeseburger, large fries, and a large Coke, please," I said to the cashier, the words muffled by my plastic witch's hat.
He looked at me, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "You're late to the party," he said, his voice raspy, almost like he hadn't spoken in years.
I shrugged, feeling my cheeks flush. "More like escaped," I mumbled, clutching my plastic pumpkin bag.
The cashier chuckled, a deep, hollow sound that echoed through the empty restaurant. "Well, Halloween's not over yet, is it?"
The dining area was deserted, except for a lone figure hunched over a tray of fries in a corner booth. The man, or at least I assumed it was a man, was clad in a tattered trench coat, his back turned to me. There was something about his posture, a stillness that made my skin crawl. I tried to ignore him, to focus on the greasy scent of fries and the faint hum of the fluorescent lights, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
My food arrived, and I retreated to a booth opposite the man in the trench coat. As I took a bite of my burger, I saw him reach for a small, intricately carved wooden box, the kind you might find at a flea market. He opened it with trembling hands and pulled out... a single, withered rose. He held it up to the fluorescent light, his eyes wide and unblinking.
His lips moved, but no sound came out. He looked at the rose, then at me, and a terrifying smile stretched across his face. His teeth were yellowed and pointed, almost like a wolf's.
I froze, unable to tear my eyes away. The burger felt like lead in my stomach, the Coke tasted like bitter ashes in my mouth. The air grew thick, heavy with a strange, sweet perfume.
He stood, his shadow stretching across the floor like a hungry beast. I felt a prickle of fear run down my spine. He walked towards me, his steps slow and deliberate, the rose bobbing in his hand.
Panic surged through me. I grabbed my bag and scrambled out of the booth, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
"Please," I whispered, my voice cracking with fear. "Don't hurt me."
He didn't speak, but his eyes glittered with a cold, predatory hunger. The rose, once withered, seemed to be blooming in his hand, its petals unfurling like a crimson tongue.
I ran, my sneakers slipping on the slick tiles. I could hear his heavy footsteps behind me, the sound of the rose crunching against the floor.
I slammed the door open and stumbled out into the night, the cold wind whipping my hair around my face. The neon glow of the McDonald's sign seemed to mock me, a beacon in the darkness that now felt more like a warning.
I kept running, my lungs burning, my legs screaming for mercy. I didn't stop until I reached the relative safety of my own front door. I fumbled with the keys, my fingers clumsy and numb with fear.
Safe at last. Or so I thought.
I heard a soft scratching sound at my window. I looked up, my heart leaping into my throat. There, outlined against the pale moonlight, was the man in the trench coat. He held the rose up to the window, its petals now a deep, vibrant red.
His smile was wider than ever, his eyes gleaming with a chilling luminescence. He didn't speak, but I didn't need him to. I knew. Halloween wasn't over yet. Not for him. Not for me.
The stench of death, a sweet, cloying perfume, filled my nostrils. And I knew, with a terrifying certainty, that he would be back for me.
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