She looked down at her mask, it was totally ruined. She had worked so hard on it too. At that very moment she felt a dark presense and a grizzly skeletal hand touched her on her shoulder.
"What troubles you my daughter?" spoke the Draculitch in a dusty whisper.
She sighed and shook her head forlornly. "I jumped out at a boy at school today wearing my mask trying to scare him... and i did, he screamed a lot and ran so i chased him a bit.. and i fell down." She held up the mask to show him the big tear in its side. "Now my mask is ruined and i can't fix it." Tears formed in her eyes. "I can't go trick or treating without a mask!"
The draculitch breathed a dusty sigh, the mist of ancient graves blowing between his dead fangs. He considered for a moment, his thoughts echoing in the empty spaces of his ancient skull. The advantage the dead had was a great clarity of mind and his endless un-life had taught him much.
"Tell me my daughter..." he whispered. "Do you think i would make a frightening costume?" he spread his skeletal arms and struck a menacing pose.
She giggled and smiled. "you don't need a costume Uncle! For you its Halloween every day! You could scare all the boys out of the pants!"
Then my daughter, you too... shall be as frightening as i."
She gasped as his long skeletal hands reached up to take hold of his skull, he lifted and it came free with a hiss. His hands placed the skull with its long ragged mane upon her head, being ever so careful of her ears. he then took his grim and terrible robes and pulled them from his shoulders and pulled them around her own, lifting them up to belt them around her waist. "And now you... shall be the Draculitch." he said. She watched in fascination as his jaw moved outside of her smaller one as he spoke.
She looked up at his bony headless skeleton as it stood before her and burst into giggles. "You're all bony!"
"Of course i am my dear... i am centuries dead after all.." the skeletal head looked up at the body as it stood there. "Away with you to the Viscresanct... i shall return for you shortly."
The little girl watched the headless skeleton walk off about its buisness.
"You can have your body go do stuff without you?!" she gasped in exited amazement.
"My dear, i can do things you could scarcely imagine.." the skull on her head said in all knowing tones.
But his daughter was not listening and instead ran around in a circle yipping. "I have the best scairiest costume in the WORLD!" ... and then promptly tripped on his tattered robes and fell flat with an "OOOF!"
She got up with a bright laugh. "That didn't hurt at all!" she cried in amazement.
"I suppose it would not." His skull spoke. "My robes are, after all forged from the black fires of the underworld, the frozen flames woven into threads of invulnera..."
"I can see you talk from the inside!" she laughed and squealed in gleeful abandon. "Lets get candy!" she yelped and was off running down the drawbridge and out into the fields, only tripping and falling with a tremendous OOOF! every stones throw or so as she made her way to the village below.
Bina stood at the door giving out candy as she always did on this night, she loved to see the children come with there colorful costumes and try and scare her. Just now there was a lul in the flow of children past her house and she took a much needed rest leaning up against the door frame.
Suddenly a dark shape appeared at the top of the road where it rose up to go towards the castle of the Dracultich, dark and terrible mist rose from the figure like the souls of the damned gathered around it to pay it homage... The tattered ends of its cloak moved and fluttered in a wind that was not there... it drew closer... its eyes were burning pits of hell! Glowing red like the iron in the foundries of the damned! Smoke from that terrible fire that lay within rising in wisps above a fleshless skull!
Terror gripped her heart! It was the Draculitch that was master of the dark and terrible castle at the top of the mountain! But why had he come? what terrible vengeance would he wreak upon them all!
And then... it fell over with a giant "OOOF!" and then giggled like a little girl as it got back to its feet and ran the rest of the way to her porch, stopping to spread its cute little arms from out of that terrible tattered robe of inky black and cry. "Trick or Treat! I am the Draculitch of Cookies and Candy! Give mes some candy or my wrath shall be most... Terri-ful indeedeedede!"
"Terrible, my dear. I believe the word you are trying for is Terrible... and perhaps a few less De's on the end of that last part perhaps..." spoke the skull in a terrible voice of empty graves and cold barren winds.
"I like Terri-FulFul better!" Cried the little girl, for indeed it was a little girl realized Bina, a little girl wearing the most horrible frightening costume imaginable! The skull and robes of the Draculitch Himself!
"Wh...wwwwhy have you come here oh Dracultich!' she stammered in fright.
Even though the girl looked through the empty sockets of that terrible skull she could feel there gaze swing around to consider her with the cold composure of the dead. "I am here to take my daughter trick or treating, woman. And i would appreciate it if you would cease to address me, at the moment i am standing in as her costume." The empty sockets took in her terror and the skull sighed. "Fear not, i have no intention of harming anyone or anything in this village. My daughter attends the school here as well as having many friends from what i have heard from here as well. so rest easy. I have never attacked this village before have i?"
"No My Lord Draculitch, you have not." whimpered Bina.
"Then give my daughter some candy like a good woman and we shall be on our way."
"It tickles when he talks around my face!" his daughter yelped in a fit of giggles.

And after that night it came to be known that indeed, the Draculitch had a daughter, a perfectly normal and happy little girl. And that the village was under his protection because of his strange love for her...
So try not to be frightened when you see a terrible figure all in black coming up to your door on Halloween night... only to fall flat on there face with an enormous "OOOF!" and a giggle or two.
Its only the Draculitch of cookies and candy, come to take her due.
`V*