A sinister horror story
A night like no other is upon thee. Oh yes, I wait for the moment you knock at my door. Some say I am a witch, others the devil. Alas, even I cannot be sure.
My home is dark and uninviting. No light to mark the path.
I am just a harmless old lady, sitting and waiting in my rocking chair. For you to knock and say: Trick or Treat.
My sinister intentions are clear, once you are in the comfort of your home. A delicious red apple awaits your mouth. I cackle with glee knowing what will befall you.
Don’t eat the apple, my pretty…didn’t anyone teach you not to take candy from strangers?
Tas The Artist 
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