Trick or Treat

Ruairí Downey, age 9, Dublin

Darkness engulfed the streets as me and Mark crept up to the door of the abandoned and dilapidated house.

As we reached the door to trick or treat we heard a desperate, bloodcurdling scream overlapped with cries of ear splitting bewitching laughter and the howls
of a wolf. Suddenly the door burst open and an eerie old woman dressed in rags appeared.

We weren’t sure what she was, as she had the dirty old rags of a banshee but the ugly green skin of a witch. We ran for our lives...