There was a hand gripping the grass in the back yard of Mr. White’s old house. It pulled up the lawn and clawed the dirt, grasping for a new hope. The body attached to the hand slowly appeared. It was weak, and needed food. The temptation of the night was too great for it. It had to come out from under the deck. It had to come out from hiding. It slowly, but surely, pulled itself out from under the porch, crawling along the ground. It stood up and dirt fell off from its tattered clothes that were worn out and covered in holes. It walked with a limp on the left side. It's right leg trailed behind it awkwardly, leaving a trail in the mud. It walked along down the driveway and onto the main road. The taste of Mr. White's blood still fresh in the being's mouth. Blood slowly dripped of its chin. A figure, known as Kurt Garder by the townspeople, stalked the streets on Halloween night. It walked by the kids who were out trick or treating, smelling each one as they passed, enjoying the smell of the younger, fresher ones just a tad bit more. He grabbed the small and fragile arms of a five-year-old girl who was dressed up as a princess. He pulled her neck up to his mouth, smiling as his jaws moved open and his fangs were revealed, Kurt Garder was about to have his heyday.