The Light Of David

David had never been out on Halloween before, but now he followed a ball of light so brilliant it pierced his iris and struck the back of his skull like a bolt of lightning while his tiny feet moved silently along the steaming roads. Not wanting to be left behind he broke into a run and chased the light like a happy fool until it stopped in front of a house and, before he could just to catch it, disappeared. In its place was a woman, of equal brilliance and beauty who crouched before David and whispered to him in a voice that hung in the air like a drop of water, "I'm sorry David... I truly am."
Suddenly fearful, David tried to take a step back or scream, but found he could do neither and there was barely time to widen his eyes before the woman dived into him, leaving his skin glossy and rippling. David felt pain then purpose and, although he could not understand why, he walked towards the house, picking up a piece of scrap metal, sharp and pointed, and knocked his tiny fist on the door.
"Trick or Treat..." he called, his voice echoing strangely off the empty street as people moved inside the house, surprised no doubt at a visitor so late, but David just gripped the shard, smiled, and waited.