There's this house at the end of our street.

It's been abandoned for as long as I can remember, the kind of place that, as a kid, you cross the street to avoid.

Everyone in the neighbourhood knows it, but no one really talks about it, except on Halloween.

That's when things get weird.

Every year a bowl of candy appears on the front porch on Halloween night.

It's always the same.

A plain black bowl filled with the good stuff like M&Ms and Rees's.

Nothing cheap.

No one's ever seen who buds it there, and no one ever stays long enough to find out.

It just...

...appears.

The weird thing is, there's never any sign of life at that house the rest of the year.

There are no lights, no movement, nothing. The windows are cracked, the roof is falling apart,

and the yard is completely overgrown. Still, like clockwork, every Halloween, that ball of candy

is right where it always is. There's this rumor too. It's been passed around as long as I can

remember, passed down from the older kids when I was younger. They say that if you take a piece of candy, you'll get good luck for the next year.

A lot of kids in the neighborhood believe it.

Some people think it's just a harmless tradition.

Others say it's cursed.

Me?

I've always been somewhere in between. I didn't really buy into the whole good luck thing,

but I can't deny that the house gives me this weird feeling whenever I pass it.

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