Short horro-ish story

There once was a boy who loved to eat apples. Let's call him Devin. 

One day at school, his class spent the day making their customary Halloween Scarecrow. At lunch, he found that he had left his lunch at home, so while the rest of his class was eating a meal he was stuffing the scarecrow with wool. At recess, he asked a few students to help him with the scarecrow but they walked away with indifference.

On the way home, he saw a big, bright red apple on a market stall. His stomach growled. He walked up to the man behind the stall and asked “How much for the apple?” The man looked confused for a moment then noticed what he was pointing at. “Oh, that. One gold piece and 3 silver coins.” Devin looked at him blankly. “Could I dissuade you to lower the price?” “Nope.” He looked up at him indignantly and pulled out a gold piece and 3 silver coins, then snatched the apple and walked away. He looked back as he walked and saw the man with an evil smile on his face. Breaking into a run, he rounded the corner and sat down, freaked out by what he saw. He shook it off, convincing himself that the owner was just crazy. He admired the apple for a second, then closed his eyes and bit into it. The apple was so sweet and crunchy, he wanted it to last forever. As the last bit of flavor died down, he swallowed and opened his eyes to take another bite. Instead of the white insides of an apple, he was greeted with a purple-reddish color. He touched it. It felt like the inside of a plum, except it was hot and oozing transparent liquid. Something on the opposite side of the apple brushed against his hand. He turned it around and looked into the beady eyes of an insect.

The End.