SPOOKY STORY TIME: Little Emily was born to wealthy conservative parents. They were expecting a beautiful child. A normal child. They were deeply disappointed by her homely looks and patchy dark hair. As time went on and they got to know here, their displeasure grew. She was strange, played with bugs and was obsessed with dark and creepy things. She played with a mangy kitten that they could not seem to chase off. She begged to go out on Halloween. They could believe it, their child wanted to celebrate the Devils birthday. The las straw was when they found her drawing symbols in the dust and chanting. They had to be rid of her. They agreed to take her trick or treating, purchased her a witch costume and took her out of town so their friends did not see the blasphemous embarrassment. They slipped extra candy into her cauldron and let her eat as much as she wanted. On the way home, Emily got very sick and died before they reached the hospital. Well before. They managed to avoid suspicion and enjoyed sympathy from their friends and congregation. Blaming Emily's love of "devil things" for her death. The next Halloween they heard a very late knock at the door. They had never indulged trick or treaters and they were not about to start now, they told themselves... But the knocking continued. Enraged they flung open the door. There was Emily. Not in the white gown they had buried herein, but in her Halloween costume and far from alive. She grinned and held up her cauldron. Now full of putrid goo and swarming with all kinds of vermin that piled out as Emily's personal wave of vengeance. A few days latter, the maid found her.parents. ther bodies almost impossible to see for the swarming insects. Their horrified faces were unforgettable. Emily now haunted her favorite night, looking for others who need punishing. When she finds another child who has been killed while trying to enjoy Halloween, she adds them to her group of vengeful trick or treaters.
