"Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!" you
say wearing your college sweat shirt and a ski mask.
The person whose doorstep you're on says, "Aren't you a little old to
be trick or treating?"
You answer, "If you think so then it must be a good costume, because
I'm trick or treating!"
The figure moves toward you out of the shadows of the darkened house.
"Trick or treat, eh? Well, I choose trick!" a black rubber gloved hand
grabs your wrist and yanks you across the threshold and into the
darkened house. The door slams behind you.
Something grabs you and the lights come on. You're no longer wearing
your costume. You're only wearing your boxer briefs and you're
physically being held by an arm chair which has wrapped its front legs
around your shins and its arms around your biceps. The person comes
toward you in an odd black robe. The hood conceals the wearer's face,
but the robe hangs open revealing a white lab coat beneath. In
addition to the black rubber gloves, the person is wearing black
rubber boots. You assume it's a man but aren't sure. The doorbell
rings again.
The figure says to you, "Looks like it's your turn to become some
else's treat." The hooded villain throws a lever, and the object you
thought was a sunlamp next to you begins blasting you with blue and
green sparks. You feel yourself changing. The bell rings again.
"Coming!" shouts the hooded figure. The door opens and ...