There haven't been any trick or treaters in Calabasas since 2017 when "The Knocker" first started his deadly hide 'n seek game. Nearly every house in the neighbourhood had been a victim, except Anne Greenwood's. She knew it was her turn this year. She tried to get away somehow, but it felt as though she was trapped in her home. 

Her car broke down, the hotel reservation she'd made had been suspiciously cancelled just as she was going to call a car to get her there. And then the WiFi broke down. So, did the security system, meaning she was stuck there as the sun was setting.

'Great.', she thought.

It was only a matter of time until The Knocker would come for a little Trick or Treat, and she didn't think he'd fancy Reese's. It was no use trying to unlock the door. She should have had a better security plan, one that didn't depend on the WiFi working if she wanted to unlock the door. 

She was getting a jar of pasta sauce out of the pantry to try to break the windows and get out when she heard the hair-rising three knocks on the front door, a deep voice asking "Trick or treat, Anne! I guess you've chosen trick..." and the front door unlocking. 

The attic! She thought and ran. She doesn't remember how she managed to outrun him. All she knows is the he did see her, and that he had followed her. 

She couldn't see his face as it was covered by a pumpkin carved as a Jack'o'Lantern, he was dressed in a black coat and had a knife in his hand. And he was knocking on the attic's door. She was trying to block it with the boxes of useless garbage, but it was clear it wouldn't hold. 

There were no windows, she was trapped. 

She heard him laughing and footsteps down the hall. 

Was he... leaving?

It was a trap. She knew it was a trap. Should she leave or should she stay there.

She was still struggling to move more boxes over that door and call 911.  

She took a deep breath as the footsteps came back.

"Oh, Anne! I'm so sorry, but there was no treat, meaning that I must trick you. Come out, come out wherever you are." 

She held her breath, afraid to do so much as move. Then she heard a chainsaw starting.

"Tag, I'm it!" the manly voice rang louder as he pierced the door. She hid in a corner. 

It was only a matter of seconds, but it felt like eons until he came in the attic and found her. The last thing she saw before an animalic scream left her mouth and the soul left her body was a Jack'o'Lantern face, grinning.