Halloween .
The winding gravel road twists before you like the dry scales of a slithering snake. Distant, seemingly miles and miles away, stands a tall white house, hugged by a jagged white fence. Slowly, you walk towards it, armed only with a mere plastic bag half full of candy, while tall cornfields on both sides seem to whisper your name. Even though the moon glows brilliantly above, you still question whether or not there are monsters hiding in the cornfield posed to strike. With this thought in mind, your pace quickens as you make your way cautiously towards the mysterious home. Slowly, the tall white house grows as you near and its lighted windows seemingly glow like the inside of a jack-o-lantern. With each careful step, you feel your hand begin sweating, so you wrap it tighter around the handle to your prized bag of candy. Without a doubt, you are sure some awful person, maybe even a witch, lives inside the huge house and is just waiting to kidnap you and possibly place a cursed spell on you. Beside the house, you make out a small object of some sort and question whether that is where she keeps all the prisoners that have been caught near her home. Your mind races in a frenzied state, full of various, awful scenarios of what could become of your young childhood. Suddenly, before you know it, you have arrived at your destination and your hand unconsciously, raps softly at the black door. The old witch,' you had painted over and over in your mind actually turns out looking a bit like your gentle mother. Her soft face reflects kindness as she caringly places a variety of assorted candies and fruits into your small bag, while you quietly mumble your familiar rhyme, "Trick-or-Treat." The big white scary house you had pictured, turned out to be a small two-bedroom home with a small red minivan parked outside the garage and not a device to hold prisoners.
