Many years ago when my son Raphael was 8 years old, we were living in a big old Gothic house on the Big Island of Hawaii. My son loved Halloween and spent months choosing the best costume. He was going trick or treatng with our next door neighbor's boy his age. My friends invited me to a Ghost party but I refused because I had to stay home and write my column for the newspaper.
After Raphael and his friend left the house it seemed so big and dark and scary. I turned on the television to keep me comapany but all the programs were scary.
suddenly there was a knock at the door. I opened it and two ghosts appeared and said trick or treat. I went for the candy and they made weird sounds. i was really afraid now.
then they removed their costumes and it was Raphael who had changed costumes just to scare me. i begged them to stay with me or take me wth them. They insisted I put on a costume so I wore a sheet and we all three went trick or treating.