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Chapter 1
It was only about six blocks from my family home. The rickety old place with the creepy old man who lived there. Everyone seemed to avoid both him and his home. The rumors were rampant of course too. He was a pervert, he had killed someone, it went on and on.
Personally I never paid much attention to the rumors, nor to the house or the old guy who lived there. Most of time anyways. Every Halloween the place seemed to take on a creepier air for some reason.
When I was younger, we NEVER trick-or-treated there even though I do remember seeing a porch light on and a jack-o-lantern. No one ever went up to his house. As I got older, I kept thinking it was a shame because it was such an old house it perfectly fit the motif of the day.
I also thought
