My story Transcript: You and your friends are out trick-or-treating farther than you usually do, way past the familiar, well-lit sidewalks of the North End. The glowing pumpkins and porch lights are swallowed by an overgrown, misty stretch of woods you've only ever heard about.Your usual stash of bite-sized chocolate bars is heavy in your canvas bags, but the houses out here are grand, fading Victorian relics. Towering shadows stretch across cracked walkways, and an unsettling silence settles in your ears. Leo pulls his werewolf mask up to wipe his forehead, pointing toward the end of the unpaved lane. "Look," he whispers, "there's one with a light on." It is a three-story mansion of peeling white paint and dark, ivy-choked gables. A single, flickering orange bulb hangs on the porch. The gate groans as you push it open, stepping past a tangled garden of dead roses. You approach the heavy mahogany door, the air dropping ten degrees as you step onto the porch. Maya takes a half-step back, grabbing the hem of your superhero cape. "Maybe we should head back," she mutters. Before anyone can answer, the massive door creaks inward. There is no one in the entryway, but a shallow wicker basket sits on an antique table, overflowing with full-sized candy bars and strange, silver-wrapped taffy. Next to it rests a handwritten, wax-sealed note: TAKE ONLY ONE AND LEAVE A SECRET
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