Last year, during my first Halloween living alone in my late grandmother's house,
I had an unsettling encounter.
The house had been left to me after my grandmother passed away,
as my mom didn't want to sell it and I needed a place to stay.
I thought about leaving a bowl of candy on the porch,
but I wanted to be present and make a friendly impression since I was new to the neighborhood.
The day started off normally, with trick-or-treaters visiting throughout the day since Halloween fell on a Sunday. Some people would ask if my grandmother was home, unaware of her passing.
I would explain that I was her granddaughter and now lived there.
Given how loved my grandmother was, it didn't surprise me that many people inquired about her.
As the night progressed and most trick-or-treaters had dwindled down after 9 o'clock,
I heard a voice outside the front door.
It wasn't a knock or a doorbell ring,
but someone saying
"Trick-or-treat."
I was in the kitchen, so I would have heard any knocks,
but it seemed like he may have thought he pressed the doorbell without actually doing so.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I went to greet him.
An average-height man in a purple suit and a creepy plastic mask stood before me.
I couldn't quite make out what his costume was supposed to be,
but it was peculiar.
When he said "trick or treat" again,
I noticed something strange.
Despite his apparent age, he was altering his voice to sound higher pitched,
like he was trying to sound younger.
I assumed he may have had some issues, so I didn't dwell on it.
I asked about his costume, but he didn't respond.
We made eye contact through his mask,
and I dropped two pieces of candy into his seemingly empty pillow sack, which was the most unsettling part.
He looked into the sack, then back at me.
I wished him a good night and closed the door, feeling a sense of unease.
He was the last trick-or-treater of the night.
I wondered if he had someone accompanying him,
keeping an eye on him because he seemed to be an adult pretending to be younger.
I left the remaining candies on the dining room table, thinking Halloween was over.
Or so I thought.
The next night, around the same time as before,
I heard a loud "trick or treat" at the front door.
It was the same creepy, high-pitched voice.
At first, I thought I had imagined it,
but when I looked through the peephole, it was him again,
in the same costume, and his pillow sack appeared equally empty.
I refused to open the door this time.
A few minutes later, he shouted "trick or treat" again.
I decided to ignore it and turned off the living room lights,
signaling that I wasn't answering the door.
I went upstairs to my room, shut the door, and started watching TV there,
hoping he would go away if he thought no one was home.
Suddenly, I heard a loud thud at my window.
It sounded like something had been thrown at it, like a rock.
I muted the TV volume and, a few seconds later,
heard the familiar "trick or treat" once again.
Panic washed over me.
Why was this person doing this?
I went to the window and lifted it up, cautiously looking down.
The man in the purple suit and mask was looking up at me.
I threatened to call the police, and in response, he slowly lifted his empty pillow sack,
as if trying to intimidate me.
Halloween was over, and I wasn't amused.
I immediately called 911, and the police arrived within ten minutes.
They found the man still outside and took him into custody.
When they removed his mask, my suspicions were confirmed
he was a creepy-looking man in his 30s.
The police assured me they were taking him to the station.
However, to my disbelief, they released him within 48 hours.
Two nights later, he returned to my house,
this time at the backyard door.
He never knocked or rang the bell.
He just stood there, wearing his empty sack and costume,
eerily yelling "trick or treat."
Once more, I called the police, and they arrested him again.
It seemed like they didn't take the situation seriously,
or perhaps they were unable to do much.
Thankfully, it appeared the man lost interest because he hasn't returned since then,
as far as I know.
However, the thought of him lurking in the bushes and watching me is disturbing.
With Halloween approaching once again,
I can't help but feel nervous that he might come back.
I hope this unsettling chapter remains in the past
and that I can enjoy a safe and peaceful Halloween this year.
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