There was a boy. They called him Jack. He was young and fearful of all things Halloween. He had never before experienced the tricks or the treats. But, he had heard whispers, rumors and stories around the day. Like all the others on his block, Jack sat on his porch Hallows Eve awaiting the horror to come. That night, Jack didn’t sleep a wink, he was too preoccupied searching the skies for witches and ghosts, the streets for ghouls and goblins, and constantly looking over his shoulder for anything that might spook him.
When morning rose, Jack decided it was safe to sleep till night fall again. He knew nothing would hurt him during the day. That evening, Jack sat on his stoop awaiting the menace, this time holding a candle. Around 6:30, he started seeing some hustle in the streets. It looked like people dressed in costumes. Jack was bewildered, for there was nothing scary about this. He saw kids dressed as Disney princesses, superheroes, even condiments. Sure, he saw a few unsettling costumes here and there, but knowing there was a kid behind each pleading for free candy was comfort enough. So, then what was so scary about Halloween after all?