"A weird One"
The house at the end of the street was always dark. Most kids were too scared to trick-or-treat there. But that year, a single porch light was on.
My brother and I walked up the quiet path. The door was already open just but only a little. An old woman with a kind face smiled out at us. She held a big bowl of the most amazing candy we had ever seen.
"Take one each, dears," she said in a lower tone like almost whispering
I always liked chocolate so picked a chocolate bar. But my brother, being greedy, grabbed a huge handful. The old woman’s smile didn't change, but her eyes went cold for sure still have that image in my mind.
We said thank you and left. When we got to the sidewalk, my brother opened his hand. The candy was gone. In his palm was a pile of dry, brown leaves. We turned back to look at the house. The light was off, and the house was dark and silent once more, as if it had never been awake at all. Very weird for sure
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