Mr Porros was at the Catholic cemetery digging his third grave. He regularly dug out human bones to sell to a folk healer who made potions from them.
One night, after his usual routine, a message, in bold letters, was scribbled in red ink on his driveway. It read, “THERE’S A SURPRISE FOR YOU IN THE GARAGE.”
“Evil bastards! Next time I catch them, it’s their bones I’ll have in my trunk. Hah!” he mumbled. He suspected that the local boys were behind the prank.
He got out of his car to open the shutter of his garage. When he got inside, a deep and raspy voice greeted him.
“Welcome back, Mr. Porros!” The sound of those words gave him goosebumps.
He darted to turn on the light, but there was no one else inside.
“Show yourself, coward!” he yelled, looking around. “What do you want?”
“I believe you have something that belongs to me,” a well-mannered voice replied.
“I owe nothing to no one, you buffon! Reveal yourself!”
“Oh, yes, you do, Mr. Porros. And please, do yourself a favor by giving them back to me.”
“You’re a terrible joker! You need practice!” Mr Porros tried to search for him at every corner of the garage. There was no sign of the intruder.
That was when the shutter of the garage closed; a bulb explosion followed turning the place dark.
As his eyesight became adjusted to the darkness, Mr Porros instantly realized that a figure was standing in front of him. Slowly, it started to glow like a luminescent object. Soon, a human figure started to form, revealing a naked and hollow body -no organs, no bones, only a body formation that talked.
“As you can see, Mr Porros, my bones are all missing. I believe you have them in your trunk. I am requesting you…again, to hand them back to me or else…”
“Or else what, prankster?”
The figure slowly stepped closer to him and whispered, “Or else, I would have you trade yours with mine.”
Mr Porros scoffed. “Yeah, right! You certainly missed the Halloween, man!”
“One last chance, Mr. Porros.”
“Go to hell!” Mr Porros exclaimed angrily. “And take your friends with you!” He still believed the local boys were trying to scare him.
“Oh, it’s an extraordinary place. And believe me, you’d love it there!”
The statement made Mr Porros even more furious. He lifted his right hand to punch the figure’s face. His hand just went through as though he was punching the air. He tried again with his left, it didn’t hit a thing.
Swiftly, the figure entered Mr Porros’s body and he froze. Seconds later, Mr Porros, or what remained of him, fell on the floor like a fallen fabric thrown into the air and an odor of putrefying flesh filled the room.
“I wasn’t joking, you moron!” the figure said loudly. A booming laughter reverberated through the silent night as the figure retreated from the driveway and vanished into the darkness.