Yet another Halloween was coming to an end for all the kids in the town of Dobson’s Falls. Most of the front porch lights on people’s homes were either out or would soon be getting turned off. There was only a few trick-or-treaters left roaming the streets, scaled down from the dozens that were out hours earlier. One or two “Freddie Kruegers”, a few princesses, some superheroes and of course the standby lazy costume-a bum. Many new families had moved into Dobson’s Falls within the last few years to the point where Halloween had now become a major event. The six streets between Maplewood Ave. and Colt St. especially were known for the over abundance of kids that would go out walking around there every year on October. 31. The neighborhood also had earned a reputation for being the most generous part of the town. Every year, most of the kids who went there were the recipients of both the most diverse and abundant amounts of treats. Every year, there was always that ONE house that all the kids chose as “THE BEST HOUSE ON HALLOWEEN”. Last year, it was Mr. Bower’s house over on Birchtree Trail. He gave out brand new comic books as treats. The Lee family, two years ago took the title by handing out little plastic monsters that they sold in their convenience store. The gossip among the kids earlier throughout the night was that a new family had recently moved into a house on Winslow St. and was giving out three(!) types of large candy bars wrapped up with a string. Tonight it was definitely this new family who would win the crown.
The streets were now empty. Everyone was now home dumping out their bags of newly acquired treasures, salivating over their mounds of candy. Of course, nothing was to be touched until the official inspection by all parents involved. Packages were held up under close scrutiny for the often rumored placement of razor blades or needles. All loose candy was automatically thrown out, which was fine considering most of it was stuff kids hated anyway. Then theres was the really different, cool or oversized stuff that always sparked the question,”what house did you get this from??” Most of the time the kids couldn’t remember half the houses that they stopped at. But, the BEST HOUSE always stood out. The kids would never forgot that one.
Tonight would turn into something different than previous Halloweens. All the candy inspections would abruptly stop from home-to-home as this year’s best home winner was revealed. Each child who visited the house on Winslow St. would go into detail about the nice family who was living there. How the house looked clean, new and with a freshly cut lawn.
The kids who went to that new house on Winslow St. would have those three candy bars that were wrapped up with string taken away from them by their now terrified parents-without reason.
The house on Winslow St. that had been standing hours earlier, the one that was visited by multiple children and we’re greeted by a lovely family handing out the best treats..
was completely engulfed in fire and burned down in to a pile of black ash just one day before Halloween.