I remember Halloween back in the day . . . when there was a real haunted house down the street . when you pretended you weren't scared . that sure you could walk up the cracked sidewalk . knock on the door that would surely squeek when she opened it . she being the crazy lady neighbor everyone thought was a witch . and you wouldn't scream when she gave you some candy with her bony hands and long black fingernails . and the fun you had catching your breath after you ran 3 blocks back to your house just thinking about what would really happen if you'd had the nerve to knock on her door . . .
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