• In a small town called Devil’s Creek, two friends, Amy and Luke, were walking home from school, discussing what their plans for Halloween would be later that night.

    Amy was a rather outgoing girl, the epitome of an extrovert. She had several friends, had a cheery personality, and almost always seemed to brighten the very air around her. It was no surprise to anyone that her outward appearance matched that of her spirit. With her sky-blue eyes, golden, wavy locks, and slightly tanned skin that seemed to make her shine in the autumn sunlight, she walked next to Luke, who, by almost every aspect, was an unlikely partner to the sunny maiden.

    Luke was the exact contradiction to Amy, the epitome of an introvert. He was a loner, save for his unlikely friendship with Amy, and his personality was very vague, him being reluctant to speak to others. His looks were also rather odd. From his dark, gold, wild mane, to his skin’s sickly pallor, which seemed to give him an ethereal glow during the twilight hours, his appearance did not help his lacking in social life. His most prominent feature was that he towered over most people, which made him cast a long, domineering shadow. This odd, quiet giant made an even odder companion to the friend that walked beside him.

    The young Amy asked Luke whether he would go out that night. He slowly shook his head in reply, not so much as to utter a single sound. The ever accommodating Amy, not wanting to let her childhood friend to be lonely, offered to come over to spend time with him. He, again, moved his head, this time nodding in agreement, without letting out a single syllable. Amy smiled, and continued walking with her tall companion.

    As they came to the place where they would part ways, the pair stopped. Amy said her temporary goodbyes, and Luke muttered something, which seemed to resemble a short farewell. Amy ran up to her door, and looked back, watching as Luke approached his residence. She observed his long, domineering, pitch-black shadow, which appeared to melt and shift in form, as he walked up to the sixth house, on the sixth street, in the sixth county, which was rightly numbered House Six-Hundred and Sixty-Six. Luke slowly opened the door, looking back at Amy, who had a feeling of surprise, believing that Luke, who usually wore a plain look on his face, had a smile on his lips, as he closed the doors to his home.

    Later that day, as the sun fell to make way for the sanguine moon, Amy walked over to House Six-Hundred and Sixty Six, wearing a white, frilly, angel costume. She knocked on the door, and was greeted by the face of a pale, tall giant. She smiled, and quickly came in. The house was quiet, due to Luke’s solitary life. She followed him to the living room, and sat down opposite him. He looked at her, only, this time, he wore a crooked smile. Amy was slightly disturbed by this look, and justly made an attempt to get up, but was quickly foiled by Luke, who grabbed her arm with an iron grip. He looked at her, and spoke in a deep, solemn voice, “I’ve made the Deal, and so shall you, Amy. Look into my eyes!”

    Amy tried to turn away, but Luke locked her face to face his, with that iron grip of his. She looked into his eyes, and found only fire, and agony, and the eternal malice of an evil so great, that she could barely comprehend it. The gaze of the once silent friend was now that of a wild and malignant devil, piercing into her very soul, violating her to the core. And just as quickly as he had grabbed hold of her, Luke let her go, and she ran to her house, her tattered wings frantically flapping, as she escaped into her room. She spent the remainder of the that night rocking back and forth, back and forth, looking down at her shadow, which was now as dark as Luke’s. All Amy, the once pure maiden, could think about was that quiet devil’s house, and his maniacal laughter, the scene being forever burned into her memory, and seared into her once bright and cheerful spirit. The Deal had been struck.