The first group of trick-or-treaters ran giggling to Mr and Mrs Morgan's house first thing that Halloween. The couple who lived there were always friendly, and invariably offered the best sweets.
To their disappointment, however, they found no open door, no smiling face peering out, and not even a 'Please take one' bowl on the mat. Instead, they found a note stuck to the door.
Dear Trick-Or-Treaters,
Me and my wife are very sorry that we can't be here tonight. We got word that a friend from out of town was around, and decided to go out for the night. We hope to see you tomorrow, and I'm sure that we will save some chocolate for anyone who happens to stop by.
Sorry, Mr Morgan.
The slightly annoyed children crept off to other houses. Soon after, another group came along. There was a different note on the door now, although nobody had been spotted coming out of the house to change it.
Dear Trick-Or-Treaters,
Me and Ellie have gone out tonight. We apologise that we will not be offering sweets, but an acquaintance of ours has been spotted around town today, and we think it would be nice to go out and do something nice for them. Maybe you'll see us around!
Keep your eyes peeled, Mr Morgan.
The second group of trick-or-treaters sloped off like the kids before them. Some minutes later, another small group appeared. There was a new note now, and there was definitely nobody around that could have swapped it over.
Dear Trick-Or-Treaters,
We've left. Sorry for our abrupt departure, but we saw someone who we do not get along with much in town this afternoon, and thought it fitting to avoid them. All I can offer you (no sweets today!) is some advice for scuttling about at night.
Watch your step, especially in darker corners. -Mr Morgan.
Group number 3 left, watching their step as the note told them to. It was a longer while before the last small set of youths came up to Mr and Mrs Morgan's door.
Dear Trick-Or-Treaters,
run
The children were too busy trying to figure out what the message meant to hear the quiet, quivering steps coming up behind them. So they didn't smell the musty, earthy smell. They didn't feel the sudden loss of temperature around them. And they didn't see the tall, thin shadow slowing making it's way towards them.
Until it was too late.
(By Merry, age 12)
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