Scared

Happy Halloween!

Clifford was absolutely shocked by the puff of smoke in front of him. When it cleared, a woman dressed all in red with a pitchfork stood in front of him. He questioned, “Who are you?”

“I’m the devil,” The woman responded, “I’m here for your soul.”

“The devil? No way. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re just not threatening at all.”

“You’re probably too young to remember. About thirty or forty years ago, I used to have the scariest body possible: ten feet tall, fire red skin, big muscles, real horns and tail, the whole nine yards. Then there was this weird body swapping event you humans would come to call ‘The Great Shift.’ I’m sure it’s in your history books. As it turned out, not even I was immune. I ended up with the body of suburban housewife. Luckily, despite looking far less frightening, I maintained all my powers. I never age and remain immortal; I can still harvest souls; I still have all my magic. You should still be very scared, Cliff, because I am here for you.”

Suddenly, Clifford began to look a lot more scared...