The sun slowly starts to sink below the horizon. Shadows dance all around me, making it the perfect atmosphere for one of grandpa's stories. Before I even have to ask, I see the old man wobbling towards me. Settling in his chair in the living room, he looks at me with tired, dull eyes. "Do you want to listen to a story?" he asks, finally giving me a small smile. I nod eagerly, growing impatient. Closing his eyes, he starts his story. "It was cold, Halloween night, but not cold enough to make the children stop trick-or-treating. I sat in this very chair, with bowl of candy in my hands, staring out the window. The only house that wasn't surrounded by children was the house across from mine; hanging from its door was a sign that said: candy inside..." His voice begins to trail off as if lost in the memory. I open my mouth to voice my concern, but he waves me off, continuing to tell the story.

"That house had no candy to give; only evil lived within those walls. I saw it with my own eyes, lurking within the shadows, staring back at me. It still lives there, every Halloween, waiting for a child," Looking at me with serious eyes, he says one last thing, "Don't ever go in that house."