There's Always That One House

      The monsters pounded on the door. Guttural screams and angry wails pierced Janet's ears. She held her hands tight against the sides of her head.
      How long would she have to endure this torture. The living room clock said it was 10:00, still two hours from midnight. Surely, the demon spawn had to go away by then.
      Janet glared at the plastic pumpkin-shaped bowl by the door. Who would have thought so much suffering could come from trying to give candy to the neighborhood children? Who would have thought they would get this upset over candy corn and circus peanuts.