There was (is?) an old mansion on Kildonan Drive in Winnipeg that local kids avoided on Hallowe'en. The long, winding gravel driveway was densely treed. But, by Hallowe'en, the trees stood bare while moonshine cast her eerie shadow. Eeeeek. Whhoooo.
Of course, we girls were compelled, no, DESTINED to creep up the stone stairs and grab the icy knocker. Bang bang bang ... "Trick or Treat!" (Old Mr Dale wasn't friendly ... didn't have a family ... lived alone in that huge 1890 manse. His companions, 3 black Scotties!) No sign of life. Haha. BANG BANG BANG ... "TRICK OR TREAT" we hollered.
Then, a light, a silhouette with knife held high, screams, stumbling, shoving, pushing one another, racing down the stony driveway, screaming and laughing. (We never got candy, but we went every year for the thrill.) LOL
Here in Florida, Trick or Treat is a lovely evening with balmy breezes and swaying palm trees BUT tomorrow our first cold front arrives ...
and we'll be enjoying our fireplaces that seldom get used. Enjoy.
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