(theme music playing)
NARRATOR: Man lives in the sunlit world
of what he believes to be reality.
But... there is,
unseen by most, an underworld.
A place that is just as real
but not as brightly lit.
A dark side.
Trick or treat.
Thank you.
MAN: Come on over to my place.
You can sleep on the couch. SECOND MAN: No, no, no.
I'm not leaving this house tonight.
Come on, I've got cable.
I hate Halloween.
You shouldn't smoke, Dad.
You smoke too much.
Hate those kids coming around.
Last year, they played tricks.
Last year, they soaped my windows.
They put toilet paper in my trees.
That's because you didn't give them any Halloween candy.
They have no right to expect any candy.
Mother always gave them Halloween candy.
Your mother's dead.
I'm not your mother.
I'm not giving candy to kids
as an award for ringing my doorbell.
Everybody in this street gives out Halloween candy.
The kids expect it.
Remember one year, Mrs. Clausen,
she didn't give out any candy.
We sheared her poodle.
I cut the end of her garden hose off myself.
She was a mean old woman.
She was meaner than you are, Dad.
Mrs. Clausen's dead.
Makes me the meanest on the block.
Door hasn't shut right for nine years.
Michael?
Michael, what are you doing in there?
I don't intend to clean your windows this year, Dad,
and I certainly don't intend
to go climbing up in those trees and clean out 500
rolls of toilet paper.
So, I brought you some candy to give out.
Waste of money.
It's a waste of my money.
Glad you didn't have any kids.
No, I decided against that.
Thought I might be as rotten a father to them as you are to me.
You want that stuff given out, you're going to have
to stay here and do it yourself.
No, you can give it out.
You're not senile.
You're certainly not crippled.
You can get up and answer the doorbell.
It's one night a year.
It's over by 8:00.
It doesn't last forever.
If I'm lucky, maybe one of them will drop dead of an overdose
of sugar right there on the doorstep.
It's just no wonder you're so popular in this neighborhood.
It's no wonder I love you so much.
I got to get back to work.
Lock the windows. What for?
Don't want those kids trying to sneak in the house.
That's what they do nowadays: sneak in the house
and scare you if you don't
give them candy.
Then give them the candy.
(grumbling)
(grunts)
Satisfied?
I hate Halloween.
Hate being bothered.
Doorbell starts ringing and goes on forever.
Drives me crazy.
Go home with me-- I invited you.
No, those kids would burn the house down
if I wasn't here to protect it.
No end to the trouble they can cause.
When are you coming back?
Tomorrow night, after work.
Your refrigerator is almost empty.
There's five eggs, half a pound of Swiss cheese,
a tub of whipped butter
and a quart of buttermilk.
Have you been stuffing yourself lately?
I'm hungry all the time.
Nothing else to do except eat.
Don't eat all that candy yourself.
Not a chance.
(children murmuring in distance)
Listen, uh...
bring me some waffles tomorrow night, huh?
Real frozen ones.
Not the kind you pour out of a carton.
When I come back tomorrow, I want to see
all that candy gone, you understand?
If you're not nice to those kids,
you're going to deserve anything they can do to you.
Trick or treat, trick or treat.
I'm sick-- see my brace?
Why are you bothering me?
Go annoy somebody else.
I don't have any candy,
and I wouldn't give you any if I did.
I know your tricks.
Don't even think about spraying this door with paint.
I've already called the police, and they're on their way.
(sighs)
(buzzing)
(grumbling)
(buzzing continues)
(sighs)
(grunts)
(buzzing)
Trick or treat, Mister.
Go home.
There's no free food here.
No candy, no treats.
If any of you kids soap my windows,
I'm calling the police...
after I step on you.
Why are you still standing there?
Scram!
Get out of here.
(buzzing)
I thought I told you...
Trick or treat.
You just change masks?
Ah.
(buzzing)
Go to hell, you little monster.
Go to hell.
(buzzer droning)
Candy?
(buzzing)
Candy?
Halloween candy?
I have candy.
Goblin candy.
Yuck.
(chuckling)
(creaking)
(bells jingling)
(static crackling)
(doorbell buzzing)
11:30.
Damn kids.
(static stops)
(buzzing resumes)
(buzzing continues)
(buzzing stops)
(wind whistling)
(buzzing resumes)
(buzzing stops)
(wind whistling)
(deep, demonic voice): Trick or treat.
No, no, no, no, no, you're not getting any candy.
It's too late.
Don't have any left.
I gave it all away.
Never had any to begin with.
(rattling)
Trick or treat.
Go away.
Trick or treat.
Go away!
Trick or treat.
Go away.
It's almost midnight.
No.
It's too late to be out trick-or-treating.
Go home.
Tell your mother I said you
were a wicked child.
Trick or treat.
(bells jingling)
(grunting)
(chuckling)
(bells jingling)
(clock chiming)
(cracking)
Broken.
Damn that kid.
(dramatic music playing over television)
(rustling)
(rustling continues)
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KL5-1186.
(dial tone)
KL5...
1186.
(line rings)
WOMAN: At the sound of the tone, the time is midnight...
No, no, no, no.
(dial tone)
KL5...
1186.
At the sound of the tone, the time is midnight...
No, no, no.
(groans)
(dial tone)
At the sound of the tone, the time is mid...
(grunts)
(static crackling)
GOBLIN: Killup.
(turns television off)
(grunting)
Hmm...
Feel like I've slept for hours.
Should be morning by now.
(chuckles)
Halloween.
Feel like it should be morning.
Feel like breakfast.
(static crackling)
Aw...
(grunts)
(dial tone)
WOMAN: At the sound of the tone, the time is midnight exactly.
I know I slept for hours.
I can feel it.
It's morning, but the sky is dark.
That's all.
Dark clouds in the sky making it seem like night.
That clock stopped, too.
I don't care if it is midnight.
I still feel like I haven't eaten in days.
(groaning)
(groans)
(grunts)
(water running)
(turns water off)
(cat meows in distance)
That's not a mask.
(groans)
(doorbell buzzing)
At the sound of the tone,
the time is midnight exactly.
(bells jingling)
Treats or tricks?
GOBLIN: Treats or tricks, Mr. Killup?
How do you know my name?
(swing creaking)
(wind whistling)
(creaking)
(chuckles) (gasps)
Trick or treat?
(screaming)
(wind whistling)
(bells jingling)
Trick or treat?
(bells jingling)
(dog barking)
Dad?
Dad.
(whistling): Hey.
What...?
That's great.
The man's not only mean, he's a slob.
Dad.
You left the ref--
(quietly): Oh, my God.
MAN: I'd get a lawyer if I were you.
(flashbulb pops)
A lawyer?
Clearest case of neglect
I've ever seen.
I didn't like my... (flashbulb pops)
We didn't get along that well,
but I certainly did not neglect him.
Your father died of starvation, Mr. Killup.
What? He starved to death.
Your father appears to have subsisted
for several weeks in this house
on nothing but a bag full of Halloween candy.
(flashbulb pops)
Tricks or treats?
NARRATOR: The dark side is always there.
Waiting for us to enter.
Waiting to enter us.
Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight.