I use to LOVE Halloween for it’s CANDY until I found one STRANGE piece

When I was kid my favorite holiday was Halloween, it was a day I looked forward to all year round; unlike most kids that anticipated gifts during Christmas all I could ever think about was the candy. To me it was something wondrous to be able walk to a strangers house and ask for a treat, the scary costumes where a just bonus; dressing up like my favorite super hero each year left me feeling deserving of such a delicious sweet. For the most part that wonderment didn’t change, each year I would gather with my friends and scour the streets for as much candy as our Halloween containers could hold; usually my friends would get tired before me which I didn’t mind, in fact, I figured I was better off without them; more candy for me after all. I would hit a few more houses before deciding to head home but this one particular night I felt a bit more determined, I told myself that if I could just get a few more pieces, that I would be set for the rest of year; the idea of eating the gluttonous treats for months practically made my mouth water so I did something I had never done before and that was, I left my usual neighborhood and visited the houses on the outskirts of town. I imagined unearthing a chest full of undiscovered houses as if I were some 18th century explorer searching for new corners of the earth.