Billy was about to go trick-or-treating when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it, mother,” Billy said.
He hoped his zombie costume would scare whoever was at the door.
When he opened the front door it was Billy who got a fright.
The Grim Reaper stood on his porch.
“Billy Thorson, your time is up.”
His scythe sliced off Billy’s head and it bounced to the porch.
“Who’s at the door, Billy?” His mother asked. She screamed when she saw his head at her feet