I look at the both of them and ask, �Do your parents know you two are going out?�
Sam and Jenny look back at me in shock from just the idea of their parents finding out.
�No, my parents would ground me for life!� Jenny shoots back.
�Yeah, mine too.� Sam adds.
I glance back over my shoulder and see dad walking on the other side of the street, a few houses behind. I know he can see them. I would have to tell him later not to mention Sam and Jenny holding hands to their parents. Although I don�t think he would anyway. He is not like that. Sam asks me what I am looking at as he and Jenny look back. I laugh as I see my dad quickly turn and walk towards the house he was in front of.
�Nothing.� I assure my friends as we continue to walk.
�I think the next house should be our last. We�ve been out for a while and these bags are getting kinda heavy.� Jenny shifts the bags in her hands.
�It�s getting pretty late too. We�ll go back to your place and count out loot, if that�s okay with you.
�Sure, my parents won�t mind� I tell Jenny.
We get to out final house for the night. It�s a big white house with Halloween decorations in the yard. They had scarecrow type men, carved pumpkin heads, tombstones and crosses scattered throughout the yard. Even on the gate, as you entered the yard, was done. You could tell because the fence was white and pretty all along the year until you reach the gate. It was old and rusty. Only half of it was attached so it would scrape the ground as you opened it. It had fake spider webs hanging from it and tiny black spiders in the centre of it, that I believe, were phony. At least I had hoped they were. I don�t particularly like spiders, so I didn�t really check twice.
As we walked up the path towards the door, I could hear scary music and noises coming from the yard surrounding us. They must have speakers in the yard, I thought to myself, and one of the spooky Halloween cassette tapes. Sam points out a witch to me and asks me what my grandmother was doing there and wasn�t she supposed to be home passing out treats with my parents. I punched Sam in the arm and tell him to be quiet. I look over at the witch hunched over the cauldron and there is an eerie light coming from inside. I shudder as I look away. Witches freak me out. Thanks a lot grandma.
Almost at the front door I notice the second floor windows. The light inside are flickering on and off and they have, what might be, cardboard cutout ghosts silhouetted in them. Sam elbows me to get my attention.
�These guys really go all out, eh?� He points to a body on the porch which is covered in red fake blood. The porch is covered as well, except for a path to the door. The body�s severed head lie on the other side of the clear path in its own little pool for blood.
�Very realistic.� Jenny says nervously.
We knock on the door, which has a big skeleton hanging on it. Not a paper one, but the kind you would find in a University classroom. A man swings open the door. He is dressed in a devils outfit that quite fit him. The bottoms of the costume are a little about his ankles, which he has compensated for by painting them red.
�Trick or treat!� We all yell.
�I hope it not going to be trick and treat now is it?� He says laughing.
�Of course not.� I say trying to sound sincere as possible.
�All right then here are your treats.�
We open our bags, but he doesn�t throw and thing in.
�Well, how about this then? You can take as much as you wish.� He holds out the bucket of treats.
�You�ll be my last visitor tonight. After you leave I�m going to lock the gate. I think I�ve had enough for this year.�
Our hands dive into the bucket, pulling fists full of candy. We each fill our bags the rest of the way up.
�Jeeze thanks Mister�?�
�O�Donnal. Keith O�Donnal, Sam. I know your father. Your dad and I go way back.�
�Oh, really,� Sam says a bit surprised.
�I�ll be sure to tell him you said �hi� then. Thanks again for every thing Mr. O�Donnal. Oh, by the way, nice scarecrow on the porch here.�
�Hmmm� what�s that about a scarecrow?� Mr. O�Donnal says walking out onto the porch.
�I did� I didn�t put out a scarecrow on the porch. I only had them in the� SWEET JESUS! That�s my wife! OH, no� oh my God!
Mr. O�Donnal runs over to the body and holds it in his arms he rocks back and forth sobbing. Meanwhile Jenny is screaming at the top of her lungs.