The Last Trick or Treater
It was late on Halloween night. Mara was about to turn off her porch light when she saw one last trick or treater walking up the path, a little girl in a ghost costume holding a small pumpkin bucket.
“You’re the last one tonight,” Mara said, dropping candy inside. “What’s your name?”
The girl looked up. “You don’t remember me?” she asked softly.
Mara frowned. “No… should I?”
The girl pointed to the old oak tree at the corner of the yard. “You gave me candy last Halloween too. Before your car hit me.”
The wind blew cold. The light flickered.
When Mara looked again, the girl was gone. Only one candy lay on the step, sticky and red.
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