In the quiet, chilly streets of the neighborhood, the clock struck midnight, and a mysterious hush settled over the place. The trick-or-treaters had long since collected their candy and headed home, but a single porch light blinked on at the old Miller House, known for its legends and rumored hauntings. No one dared to knock on its door, especially not at this hour.
Then, a faint rustling broke the silence, and three cloaked figures appeared, each carrying a pumpkin basket. As they approached the house, they whispered nervously. "Are you sure about this?" one asked, his voice wavering.
A creak sounded as the house’s door opened ever so slightly, revealing a small bowl set just inside. Painted on it were the words, “Trick or Treat.” The three trick-or-treaters looked at each other, then cautiously reached out for the bowl. But as soon as they touched it, the door slammed shut, trapping their hands.
Suddenly, a raspy voice echoed from within the house: “Choose your treat wisely, or the trick shall be your last.”
