Mac was coming back on campus, tired and feeling good for the amount of candy he had gotten. Yes, he went trick or treating at twenty years of age. Yes, he was wearing a costume.

He would pass off as a teenage boy anyway with his height, sob.

He was about to pack it all up and enjoy the rest of his spooky night as he halted when he heard an odd cackling...More trick-or-treaters?

Mac tried to speak to whomever it was.

"...!"

H-huh?

"!"

Trying as hard as he might, no sound was coming out of his mouth. He wasn't getting sick, and even if he was something would come out of his mouth! But nothing! No sound! Oh god. Mac was freaking out now. Why could he talk??

"...!!!!!"

Someone help! He wants to yell for help but he can't!