I remember Trick or Treating one Halloween night with my
little brother, Joey. My friends and I
were enjoying ourselves telling stories to scare Joey. At first he laughed, but after a while, the
laughter turned to nervous chuckling.
That only encouraged us to tease him more.
“Look out Joey. A bat
was trying to get in your hair.”
“You better keep up with us Joey, because if the boogey man
jumps out to grab us, we’re running fast.”
The fun continued until we got to old Mr. Compton’s
house. “Joey, this house is
haunted. Be careful.”
We rang the doorbell.
We heard creepy music.
The door s-l-o-w-l-y creaked open.
Old Mr. Compton stood before us and we shouted, “Trick or
Treat! Trick or Treat!”
…and we opened our pillow case trick or treat bags.
Old Mr. Compton laughed, and laughed, and laughed,--
slapping his thighs and laughing, -- throwing his head back and laughing, so much
that his false teeth fell out of his mouth right into Joey’s trick or treat
pillow case.
Silence.
Then Joey screamed, dropped his pillow case, and took off
like a devil in an exorcism.
Trick or treat.
