User blog comment:CrashingCymbal/Halloween Writing Competition 2013/@comment-16355246-20131023224204

I peek out of my window of my apartment at the street below. A blur of orange, purple, and black crowd the streets and sidewalks of my fairly populated neighborhood. Well, I thought to myself, looks like we have doubled.  Last year, there were only about three groups of kids at my front door every two minutes. This year, there are the same amount of groups in half the time.

''How is this possible, though? ''  I thought about the moments from last year. The news said that many kids have gone missing, so they knew. The police were informed, so they knew as well. Maybe they were too scared to confront the suspect. I didn't mind. I just like the paintings I make. The things from my dreams. My masterpeices.

I could only ever find one color, though. The nearest crafts store is about two or three hours away. I would never get the time to go there; I was too busy. There was only one color that was abundant around here. It is easy to find around these parts, but no one really knows about it. I hear my doorbell ring.

When I opened my door, there was a child. He was dressed as the traditional ghost, bedsheet and all. "Trick or treat!" exclaimed the child. I smiled. "Oh!  Another one!" I said in my most convincing tone. "Come in, come in!  I will be right back with some candy." As the little ghost stepped into my house, I made sure to close the door. I told him to stay there for the moment.

As I reached my studio, I was overwhelmed with excitement. This has been the fifth one today!

As I grabbed my knife, I thought ''Here's to another month of painting! ''

As I reached the child, I said "Thanks for helping me with my masterpeice."