Trick or Feet

 Chantelle was relaxing at home this past Halloween, enjoying a few scary movies while attending to the occasional trick or treaters that would call at her door during the evening. The slim brunette got up from the sofa to answer the door again, grabbing the bowl of candy to offer to her visitors. 

“Trick or treat!” the trio of costumed children shouted out in unison as she answered the door. 

“Oh my! What scary costumes you have.” she mentioned as she began handing out the candy, depositing and handful into each outstretched goody bag. “There’s a scary pumpkin head, and a spooky ghost, and you must be a wicked witch?” she asked as the kids nodded along before thanking her and going on their way. 

Chantelle’s night continued much like this, every 15 minutes or so she would pause her movie, get up and dish out candy before returning to the sofa to continue, it wasn’t until much later when things went awry for her. 

 

She had just finished her second movie and hadn’t had any visitors for at least half an hour, so she decided to call it a night. No sooner had she turned the outside light off and locked the door then she heard the doorbell ring. Sighing, she turned around to switch the light back on and grabbed the candy bowl before opening the door. 

“Trick or Feet!” 

Chantelle smiled at the kid dressed as a little devil before grabbing the last of the candy and depositing it into their bag. “Happy Halloween.” she smiled before closing the door and turning out the light. She was about to lock up when the doorbell rang again. Looking through the peephole she could see that the same kid dressed as the devil was still stood there, waiting expectantly. “Hey, I don’t have any more candy left, you had the last and I’m going to bed now so, Happy Halloween and everything.” she called through the door. 

She turned and started to walk away only for the doorbell to ring again. She sighed and turned to answer the door, maybe the kid needed something else. She turned on the light, unlocked the door and when she opened it, she was met with the same kid, holding out their goody bag. 

“Trick or Feet?” the little devil asked. 

“Look, no, I told you I don’t have any more candy and I already gave you a bunch, so you need to go now. It’s getting late and your parents must be worried so run along now, okay?” Chantelle was beginning to get annoyed by the insistent trick or treater. She closed the door but didn’t even get a chance to lock it before the doorbell rang again. She looked through the peephole again and the kid was still there, holding out their goody bag. 

“Trick or Feet?” they asked again. 

“No! Go home kid!” she shouted through the door before locking it and turning off the outside light. She went back into her living room and sat down but she was continually bothered by the ringing of her doorbell. For ten minutes the doorbell rang and rang until she had finally had enough, she stormed over to the front door, turned on the outside light and unlocked it, on opening it she found that same kid, arms outstretched, offering their goody bag expectantly. 

“Trick or Feet?” 

“Trick or feet? Trick or feet?” she asked mockingly, “It’s Trick or Treat. Everyone knows that. What the hell is wrong with you kid? I told you to leave already and you just keep ringing my doorbell. I told you I have no more candy so unless there’s something else, I can help you with I suggest you leave before I call the cops.” 

The little devil simply continued to hold out the bag and asked, “Trick or Feet?” 

Chantelle let out an annoyed grunt, “Okay kid, trick or feet? I choose feet, as in you use your two feet to walk away from my damn house.” 

The kid finally withdrew their bag and giggled, pointing at Chantelle’s feet. She could feel that something wasn’t quite right. Almost instantly she could feel a pressure building in her slippers. She looked at them quizzically as she could feel them shrinking around her feet, “Ow, that’s starting to hurt. Whatever practical joke this is you can cut it out now.” she said to the kid, but they were more interested in watching her feet. 

The pain in her feet continued to grow and she could see that the stitching on her moccasins was starting to gape. She quickly dropped to her butt to try and pull off the offending footwear, but it was no use, they were stuck fast, and she writhed in agony as the pressure around her feet continued to build. The child just stood there laughing as she clawed at the soft leather, willing it to fall apart but they were well made, and it would take a great deal to tear them. 

Then suddenly, the pressure around her feet subsided a little as her toes burst out through the front of her slippers. It was at this point that she realised that it wasn’t her footwear that was shrinking, it was her feet that were growing! 

 

“What the hell?! What’s going on?” she asked as she watched her toes continue to emerge through the busted fronts of her slippers, “Are you doing this? Why are you doing this?” she asked the little devil, but they just giggled and watched on as Chantelle’s feet continued to grow. 

They enlarged in both length and width, quickly bursting through the sides of the moccasins too and causing the whole slipper on each foot to fall to pieces. Now, free from her slippers she could see her feet grow. They became big slabs of meat with thick, dried skin around the heel and ball of her feet, her toes were big and wide with the biggest resembling a coke can in size. Her toenails had become thick and yellowed as though she were dealing with a nasty fungal infection and there was a noticeable odour emanating from them akin to a pungent cheese mixed with onions, she gagged as she could smell them without even bringing her nose close to them. To top it all off, wiry black hairs began to sprout from the tops of her toes and the dorsal of her feet. When her feet finally finished growing, they were about the size of a toilet lid each, something that left Chantelle aghast. 

“My feet! My beautiful feet!” she cried as the little devil collapsed into fits of laughter. “You think this is funny?! You won't when I use these things to kick your ass!” she shouted as she struggled to get to her feet.  

She stumbled several times, unused to her massive appendages. When she finally had her balance, she tried to kick out at the child but found it hard to lift her heavy, ginormous feet. Eventually, the little devil got bored at laughing at Chantelle and skipped away, down her path. 

Chantelle tried to give chase but she just wound-up tripping over her own feet and crashed into her front garden. The little devil had one last laugh before disappearing into the chilly October night, Chantelle called out for them to come back but they never did. 

So, be careful who you open the door to next Halloween, you never know what’s afoot!