The old house on the hill was always silent. But on Halloween night, a single candle flickered in its attic window. Kids dared each other to knock.
Tommy, the bravest, climbed the creaking porch. Before he could knock, the heavy door swung open with a groan. Inside was only darkness and the smell of dust.
A whisper, dry as dead leaves, echoed from within: "The candy is inside... but so am I."
The door slammed shut. The candle went out. Tommy was never seen again. Now, every Halloween, a new candle lights in the attic, waiting for the next brave soul.