The weather was still hot, but every store already smelled like cinnamon and Halloween. The darkest night had arrived. The streets were filled with children's laughter, and kids dressed as monsters, ghosts, and comic book heroes roamed the neighborhood in search of candy. However, among them, a hooded man moved steadily, hidden in the shadows of his costume.
As the children laughed and shared candy, the air grew heavy, as if a storm were brewing.
The man approached the door of a house decorated with paper spider webs and pumpkins lighting up the entrance. He rang the doorbell, and when the father of the family opened the door, the mysterious man said in a deep, raspy voice, “Trick or treat?”
But he was mistaken for a homeless person and asked to leave the property immediately. The man of the house, in a bad mood, looked him up and down and shouted, "Get out of here! We don't want vagrants at our door."
The hooded man smiled at the man's defiant attitude. Under his hood, he revealed more than just contempt; he was the Grim Reaper. Enraged by the rejection, he revealed his terrifying face, a macabre mixture of bones and shadows.
Only once a year did the Grim Reaper acquire his maximum power, and his purpose was simple: to take the souls of those who ignored human dignity. And that poor man had earned himself a one-way trip to hell. A cold breeze sent a shiver down the spines of those nearby, as if it were announcing the arrival of death.
The children, oblivious to the tragedy, continued on their way, unaware that on that very night, they had been in the presence of a sinister being.
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