It was Halloween night, but there'd been no trick or treaters at the home of Ayden Cain. The mark warned the living. He was about to go to bed when the doorbell rang. Dressed only in boxers, he opened the door. Death, master of all living things, stood naked -- pale skin stretched over bones, tall, a black mass of curls over his thin face. Death was always welcome in the house of Cain.
This turned into DOGS AT MIDNIGHT and was published by THE TINY GLOBULE:
DOGS AT MIDNIGHT