“One potato, two potato, three potato, four…”
I don’t want to play!
I know you’re scared, we all are, but you lost!
Everyone says it’s haunted!
Well, that’s why we’re here, it’s Halloween!
But, but. . .but, I’m the smallest one here, and if there really is a monster in there, I will be easy prey! Why not send Biggie Roberts? He’s a bully anyway, who cares if the monster gets him? Sam starts to cry.
That’s why they call you Snivelly Sam. You’re always blubbering about something. You lost the count. Now go in!
Sam hesitates and then pulls himself up to his tallest three foot five and wipes his eyes and nose on his sleeve. Okay, he thought, I’ll show them! He put one hand in his pocket to hold onto the lucky penny his grandad gave him and squeezed it as he opened the creaky door and stepped inside. The door shut behind him.
It’s been fifteen minutes, did you guys hear anything? I didn’t either. Think we should go in after him?
After another five minutes, Sam came outside with a big smile on his face, and the boys outside were shocked.
What happened? What was inside, was it scary?Why are you smiling?
Sam just kept on walking home. The rest of the boys just looked at each other in amazement, following along behind with their questions. Sam walked into his house and left them outside. His mom said, hello honey, did you have fun today? Sam smiled and told her about the friendly old grandma in the haunted house who fed him cider and donuts as a Halloween treat.