The gables on this mansion cast a longer shadow than most.
“Maybe we should skip this place,” says my older brother.
I ignore him as usual and lead him by the hand.
We knock, knock, knock upon the door.
Creak, creak, creak, the maw opens.
A monster candy corn looms before us. The resemblance is uncanny. That striped and pointy body, sans face, sans limbs.
It somehow proffers a basket.
“We never said trick or treat,” says my brother, “and we don’t want whatever you got.”
“Don’t be rude,” I whisper, and I grab a tiny human for the both of us.