Gordon Trudhall was setting in his living room very alone and feeling very afraid, loneliness and fear were the only emotions Gordon had felt for the last week. Both emotions were understandable; Gordon Trudhall was the last man on earth. He remembered how he came to be the last person left alive on the entire planet, He did not know why; he just knew that he was all alone and scared. Then he heard it, he recognized the sound, but it impossible, he was the "Omega Man" but there it was the unmistakable sound of someone or something knock at his door. Although it was a warm evening, he suddenly he felt chilled to the bone as he recalled the words of Eager Alien Poe ".. .Suddenly there came a tapping as if someone gently rapping, rapping at my Chamber door." He knew the fear that the Poet felt as he wrote ".. .And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain filled me with fantastic fears never felt before..." he did not know why he remembered this poem, but he know why he remembered how he came to be the last man on earth, was it just one week ago? Seven days that seemed an eternity. Eight o'clock in the morning, October 24, 2005 they did not arrive by space ship as always shown in the movies, they didn't have too. He was returning to Los Angeles from a trip to the mountains when he saw them, it was a fantastic sight, he was still twenty five miles from home, two white strikes like lighting strikes, at first that's what he thought they were, when the lighting hit the ground two large mushroom clouds arouse hundreds of feet in the air. His mind refused to believe what was happening. As he drove through what had at one time been a City alive, now total destruction, a massive graveyard. He drove back to his mountain cabin, now surrounded in darkness, it was eight o'clock in the evening, then he heard it again, somewhat louder then before, .. ."Tis some late night visitor entreating entrance at my Chamber door, this it is and nothing more." No, how could that be, he was the "Sole survivor" it was them, somehow they found out he was the last man on earth; they were coming to finish the job. Then he heard the voices, human voices? Children's voices? He stood up, and walked to the door, and started to unlock the it, when he felt cold hand grip his heart as he said "Get thee from my door." "Mr. Trudhall, it is only us." "Oh, my God, they know my name. Accepting the inevitable, he unlocked and flung opened the door, and there to greet him were his worsted fears, two aliens dressed in full space suits, each not over four feet tall, yet there was something familiar about these two spaceman at his door. In unison they said, trick or treat, with a sigh of relief Gordon Trudhall realized his worst fears where only a dream, only this and nothing more.