|Emily's Old House|
Emily was a widow who was set to live out the rest of her life in her old house. There was no tale of terror or horror about her husband's death. He died on his vacation to Florida.
Well, Emily was a strong woman and decided to deal with her husband's death by taking care of her own life. She vowed never to drive in a car and rarely leave the house.
As years went on her house became dilapidated but her resolve kept her there. All along this time, homes were demolished and new ones built and with the new ones came new neighbors.
Neighbors with kids.
Kids who loved trick or treating.
Emily didn't mind. Every year she would greet the kiddies knocking on her door. She'd make a comment about the costumes or just smile or laugh. Especially at the younger ones. Emily loved kids, although she had none of her own.
It became a tradition in the neighborhood to knock on her door at Halloween. She was automatic candy to the kids. Many grown-ups started refusing to open doors or "claimed" they didn't celebrate Halloween, so Emily was a door the kids would not skip. Guaranteed candy, indeed.
Yes year after year they came a-knockin'. And as the little ones got too old, soon other little took their places. Emily, though, was aging.
Hardly ever seen.
One year she did not answer the door.
Another year passed and no answer from Emily.
The house was starting to look worse than ever. Then a "For Sale" on her front yard.
Well, Halloween arrived again. The kids knew she did not answer the door for two years. Some of them dared each other to knock on her door, as now the house looked pretty spooky, especially at dusk.
Well, some brave kiddies knocked on her door. No answer. They knocked again. Getting brave, they started calling out her name.
"Emily!" "Emily! Trick or Treat!!"
Then, all of a sudden, the door creaked open . . .