What can YOU say in six sentences?
Laura grabbed the closest weapon at hand and pressed herself against the wall beside the doorway that led into the main room.
Footsteps thundered on the hardwood, and then Flythe strode into the kitchen wearing his canvas sack-face all stained with dried blood, holding a knife in his hand that seemed as large and well honed as an industrial tractor's blade.
Theo stood there rooted in place, his face slack with terror, holding the mortar spade in front of him like a pitiful shield.
"Well, what do we have here, another trick-or-treater?" Flythe said, chuckling darkly, and then Theo swung the spade and its head flew off and careened harmlessly into the scarecrow's chest.
Flythe moved in on the boy, showing him the knife: "It's reaping season, boy, and this here's my scythe, and there's no treats, no tricks, only what's been sowed."
The scarecrow heard the girl's voice behind him--"Trick this, bitch,"--and turned around just in time to take the full force of the rebar as it smashed into his teeth.