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     Halloween had approached, though very slowly and 

teasingly, thus all of Eliza's dreams and thoughts had 

been about candies, chocolates, costumes, spooky 

movies, etc. She was a fine, young girl who was always 

called upon and sought out adventure. Eliza was eight, so 

naturally she could not wait till it got dark; she would go 

out joyously, trick-or-treating with her family and 

friends at that time. Right now she was helping her 

parents decorate the house; her parents were on the 

second floor, and she was on the first.

     “Eliza!” her mom hollered, “It’s four o’ clock, so you 

can go call your friends and ‘trick-or-treat’ now.” 

“Okay!” she hollered back. She called her friends, 

however, none of them seemed to be home. 

“Hmmmm......They must be outside already! No wonder 

they aren’t picking up the phone.” she thought. She 

went into her room and wore her witch costume, and 

then picked up her pumpkin pail. She was now prepared 

to go outside.

     She strolled outside for a while, not knowing where 

all her friends were and where to go for trick-or-

treating first. She kept on walking, and sometimes 

skipping throughout the neighborhood; pondering on 

where her friends might be. She gave up eventually and 

decided to go trick-or-treating herself.

     "Hmmm...Where should I start trick-or-treating?" 

Eliza thought, "I'll go to the best houses first", she 

decided. She went to go to the biggest and most 

elegant looking houses first. As she had thought, the 

largest and fanciest houses gave out the most candy. 

One thing, though, that freaked her out was the blazing 

fact that no one, but her was outside trick-or-treating.

     As she made her way from the largest, most elegant 

looking houses, to the smallest, most hideous looking 

houses, she came upon a tiny, but terrifyingly ghostly 

cabin. Vines had grown all over the door, windows, and 

literally everywhere around the house, and most 

prominently only one light was on in the great cabin. A 

lot of the windows were shattered, too. “I am not going 

to even bother to ring that house’s doorbell,” she 

muttered to herself.

     She turned around to leave, but realized she was 

behaving cowardly. After all, it was just an ordinary 

house, right? She went to the house and rang the 

doorbell. “Ahhhhhhh!” she gasped. A bell at the top of 

the cottage rang deafeningly loud. When it stopped 

ringing, she knocked on the door which terrifyingly fell 

over. She yelped and trembled, causing her pumpkin pail 

to fall down. She quickly turned around to pick up her 

pail, and get as far away as possible from the spooked 

house. She moved a few steps, but then thought, "Wait 

a minute. Is this a trick? I can't be tricked. I should be 

getting a treat, which I deserve to receive." With her 

chin up, high in the air, she stepped over the fallen 

door, and went on in.

     “Clang! Cling! Clang! Cling!” sang the chimes above the 

door. There was no wind whatsoever, so how were the 

chimes clinging and clanging together? She had just 

gotten into this place and she was already getting 

nervous. If she were to go through this eerie place, she 

would have to improve her attitude a great deal. "Hello? 

Anyone home?" she yelled into the darkness. She 

walked a few more steps steadily and came upon a set 

of stairs. She slowly and steadily crept up the stairs, 

breathing hard.

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