The wrinkles around her eyes, the gray hair and the limp she possessed gave away her age. She led my brother and I into the parlor and offered us something to drink.
“Won’t you sit with an old lady for a moment?” She asked. My brother lifted his eyebrows signifying he wasn’t feeling the place. I was interested, curious about the white roses held captive in the center of her marble top table.
“Do you like my flowers dear?” She directed her question towards Bert.
“No.” he answered. There wasn’t an empathetic bone in his body. I gave him a slight push and told her they were beautiful.
The doorbell rang as we stood there.
“Wait right here.” She said. We chose to follow her anyways. We had important things to do and needed to leave. Two more children entered blocking us from exiting. She quickly closed the door behind them. The lock turned on its own. We were all trapped.
“You can’t leave until you smell my roses.” Her expression, blank. We all stood there unsure of what was going on.
“Let’s just smell them.” The smallest kid of the group suggested. Her face lit up with a smile. She took one of the keys from her elastic wrist band and moved to open the case.
It was at that exact moment that I noticed a ghostly imagine reflecting from the glass of her secretary. I turned to face the monster. A white mask prohibited us from seeing his face, his body draped in all black. He had one hand placed behind his back. I imagined he carried a butcher knife to chop us all up.
We screamed in horror. I grabbed Bert’s arm and pulled him towards the door, remembering that was no way out.
“Stop!” the lady yelled. We all began to cry. The man removed his mask, the woman peeled the aged skin from her face.
“Kids these days have no sense of excitement.” She spoke to the man.
“It’s a different world now babe.” He replied.
They gave us each a giant Hershey bar and told us it was just a skit, all in the name of fun.
The four of us panted, trying to regain our breath as we travelled the concrete sidewalk. Other kids on the street pointed and laughed at us. I suppose they had been here before.
We all agreed we were too old to ever trick-or-treat again.
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