You know, has anybody ever gotten weird treats on Halloween, when a kid?
The only one I can think of was when I was a little lad circa 7 or 8 years old.
There was a poor old woman who lived in a tarpaper place near the Union Pacific main line, and none of the other kids wanted to go there. There was a rule about how one wasn't supposed to cross the tracks--this was the main line of the most important railway in America, remember, and it had a lot of trains--but really, I think the other kids were just scared of the poor old woman.
I ventured forth. She seemed very surprised to see me, but invited me in, where she sat me down next to the stove and fixed a grilled-cheese sandwich. She told me a lot of things, but alas being deaf, I didn't hear them.
To my dying day, I'm always going to be intensely curious what she told me.