It was Halloween night, but there'd been no trick or treaters at the home of Frankenstein, who was about to go to bed when the doorbell rang. He opened the peephole.
"Pizza delivery." A handsome young man crowned with golden curls, waxed and polished horns curved up over his head and cloven feet stood holding a checkered pizza box. His smile charmed. His eyes invited. Frankenstien scowled, or tried to.