The Manly, Chocolate-Eating...

He was watching TV in the middle of the night when the phone rang.
"Hello?" he asked, getting up from his junk- food cluttered couch.
"Is this William corelli?" said a gruff, raspy voice.
"Yes," he replied.
"Listen," the voice said. "There's a strange, masked man outside your house."
"What?" exlaimed William. "How would you know? Get off the phone, prankster."
"You must listen," repeated the deep voice. "You must open your door and in the street, there is a man dressed in black. Let him in, and give him all of your chocolate. Do not speak to him, or all will be lost."
"All of my... WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS?" William demanded in frustration, but the voice had already hung up.
To be safe, William called the police. "Hello, you've reached your local station," the robotic operator on the other end of the line said.
"Well," William began, but a loud crash interrupted him. Angrily, he hung up the receiver and went to check outside.
"All will be lost..." came the voice. And suddenly William was thrown off his feet.
A man, dressed in dark clothing, barged in and raided his kitchen. Strawberries and crackers were thrown everywhere as the figure flung open the pantry door and grabbed the chocolate truffles from inside it.
"Get out!" yelled William. The figure stopped, and William clamped a hand over his own mouth.
"You have disobeyed me," said the man. "Now you must face the wrath!" It took off its mask, and in shock, William saw the face behind it.
"Mother?"