Episode NotesTwo low-life thugs might get more than they bargained for on their hunt for treats this Halloween...Tonight's story byShane Migliavaccahttp://pennedinblood.comMusic by Ray Mattishttp://raymattispresents.bandcamp.comProduced by Daniel WilderGet Cool MerchSupport us on PatreonContact Us/Submit a StoryTwitterFacebookWeeklySpooky@gmail.comThis episode sponsored by HenFlix.comFor everything else visit WeeklySpooky.comTranscript:Ray had a bad feeling in his gut. Bud had a sinister look in his eye tonight. It was Bud’s idea they go out. There was an unreasonably cold chill to this October night. Most likely the reason the trick or treaters were starting to thin out. Bud wanted to do some trick or treating of his own. Ray knew Bud long enough to know that meant some kind of crime would be perpetrated by them tonight. Bud swung a beat up paper sack back and forth as they walked. When Ray had asked Bud told him only that it was a “surprise.” Ray didn’t like his friend’s surprises all that much. But without him, Ray would never have made it this far in life. His mother was an out of work nurse. His dad a foremen at the chemical plant. Stuck home with a kid and a husband that was never around, she took her frustration out on Ray. Smacking him around. His dad, too busy and too tired from long shifts, failed to notice or care. When he was fifteen Ray ran away from home. Those first few years had been harder then hell. He’d resorted to things he’d never thought he was capable of. Then he met Bud. A former runaway himself. They were kindred spirits. Bud knew his way around the streets. Ray owed him. No matter what the man did, he wouldn’t desert him. Not to mention he was more then a little afraid of him.A kid in a skeleton costume bounded down the sidewalk towards them. Happily clutching a full bag of candy in his arms. As he passed by, Bud stuck out his leg, sending the kid crashing to the sidewalk. His bag of candy landing next to him. Some of the candy spilling onto the sidewalk and lawn. The kid started blubbering as he rubbed his knee.Bud knelt down and looked at the kid. “Did you have a nice trip kid?”The kid shook his head back and forth. “You tripped me.”“Maybe your just clumsy kid.” Bud laughed. He snatched up the kid’s bag of candy. “Hey! That’s mine!” The kid hollered. “Give it back!”There was a flash of steel. Bud held out the switchblade he carried. “Shhh.” He whispered. Ray felt his heart quicken. What was Bud gonna do to this kid? He’d never seen him hurt a kid, could he go that far? Kill a kid?“Listen kid.” Bud said. “This is my candy now. Mine. You tell anybody about it, your parents, a cop, anybody…And I’ll make you watch as I kill ‘em. ‘cause I’m the Boogeyman. And I know where you live. Got it?”The kid near tears and more then likely pissing his pants nodded.“Good. Now run the fuck along. And don’t talk to fucking strangers.”The kid hightailed it as Bud laughed. Sniffing the air he looked at Ray. “I think that kid shit his pants. Or was it you?” “Fuck.” Ray manged. “Fuck man.”This made Bud laugh louder, handing the bag of ill gotten candy to Ray. “Have some.” Shaking his head, Ray reached into the bag. Grabbing a small bag of Sour Patch Kids.“What are we doing out here tonight man?” He popped a red Sour Patch into his mouth. “Besides mugging little kids.”“Well my man, I want to do something more adult then trick or treating.”Bud motioned to the house up and down the street. “Pick one. Pick a good one and we’ll have ourselves some fun.” Ray let his eyes wander over the houses. Nice upper middle-class homes. Some decorated to the hilt for Halloween. Others bore nothing at all. One house in particular. A large Grim Reaper stood on lawn. His eyes glowing. A witch stood next to him, cackling at a passersby. Purple, orange and green lights decorated the house’s exterior. A large glowing ghost hung on the front door. Loudly wailing at little kids as the walked up to the front door.“That one.” Ray pointed. Bud nodde