TRICK OR TREAT, HERE'S A HALLOWEEN BOOK LEAK!

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Halloween Morning.

Knock, knock, knock. Felix tapped his fist against the dingy screen door on Hoover Drive.
He waited. No answer.
Leaning in sideways he peaked through the curtain covered windows. Lights from a television game-show blinked and he could hear contestants applauding inside. He knocked again, “Mr. Del Vecchio,” he yelled. “I know you’re in there.” Rudy’s grandfather had never been one for uninvited guests. “Mr. Del Veccio,” Felix called again.

Suddenly, the front door swung open and the smell of cigarettes rolled through the broken screen. Mr. Del Vecchio appeared, standing tall in a white t-shirt and gray leisure pants. A pair of suspenders held the ensemble together. 

“Rudy’s not here,” he grumbled. “He’s out collecting twigs for his Halloween costume.” This year Rudy was going as a demonic scarecrow for trick-or-treating. 

“Actually, sir, I was hoping to talk to you.” Felix rubbed his neck nervously.
           “To me? What do ya’ need you runt?” Mr. Del Vecchio coughed and a few blobs of spit came flying out.
           “Rudy told me about the witches.”
Mr. Del Vecchio poked his head out like a parrot looking for a cracker. He grabbed Felix by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the house.
           “I think my little sister is being hunted,” Felix said as the old man slammed the door.
He took a chain and slid it across to secure it, “Sit down.”