Trick-or-Treat

Recipe:
1 pound of sugar
1 pound of spice
1 pound of everything nice
anD A VAT OF CHEMICAL X

• mix together the sugar, spice, and everything nice
• once mixed break open that vat of chemical x
• !!!DO NOT CONSUME POTION!!!
• this is the perfect recipe for three little super power girls, upon consumption will result in fatal illness which could later become causes of death.

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A List of Past Halloween Costumes worn by me that I can remember:

• skunk
• peter pan
• Cinderella
• Snow White
• devil
• pop star
• vampire
• witch
• clown
• robber
• mummy
• farmer

 

 

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As I looked at the Jack-o-Lantern, it seemed to be looking back at me. Then I began to wonder what was in that candy in which the old man had given us. I didn't feel good and by the looks that the pumpkin was giving me I probably didn't look so good either. As I attempt to gather my bearings I notice my peers are as well experiencing the same symptoms as I am currently experiencing which confirms my suspicions that the old man had given us tainted candy on this Halloween night. Parents and teachers always talked about letting them check your candy before you eat it because of people who would put things like razorblades or poison in treats and then give them to kids like us, but we always though "oh, it couldn't happen to me" but look at us now. Wasted on the pavement in the drive way of the neighboring house, my group lay unable to move, like myself, due to the affects of the poison. At that moment I began to become unable to keep my eyes open any longer and that's when I heard it, the footsteps, undeniably that of the old man that gave us the candy. I heard him take each one of my friends into his house until only I was left outside, and I tried my best to open my eyes and move my numb body to safety but it was too late. he dragged me and left me somewhere in his house, probably the basement on account that I could feel him drag me down some stairs. And that was the last anyone would hear of me,  the last that I was ever going to be outside again, the last time I was ever going to be free. No one would know what ever happened to that one girl in math class, all they would know is that she was gone possibly forever. All their parents would spend countless nights awake looking for their lost children, blaming themselves for not going with them "come on! we're responsible!" they had said and their parents reluctant "well... alright, I love you be safe." speech they had given them before they left will forever haunt their memories.