Once I live in a neighborhood where kids actually trick-or-treat, I am going to keep a bag of rocks with the bag of candy. And when they ring the doorbell, after I give them candy, the one with the shittiest costume gets a rock.
If they don’t get the reference, at least I’ll make their parents’ night.
“And it was the afternoon of Halloween.
And all the houses shut against a cool wind.
And the town was full of cold sunlight.
But suddenly, the day was gone.
Night came out from under each tree and spread.”—Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree (via bookoasis)