The trio ambled down the sidewalk, eyeing the other groups across the street carrying their flashlights to make sure no harm came to their little ones. These three were not little, but were dressed up for the occasion. A witch, the Frankenstein monster, and the Mummy.
They came to a house void of any children, and the witch opened the gate. “Remember, it’s my turn this time,” she cackled.
“It’s always your turn,” the Frankenstein monster said.
The mummy only grunted, a plume of dust blowing from his mouth.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turns, I promise. Now let’s go up and take care of this so we can be on our way. (more…)