Spooky had one particular holiday that he held dearest. Every year he looked forward to that last day in October, when Halloween was the night of all nights for one to enjoy. Sometimes Spooky would wander up and down the aisles of the dime store, looking at the masks and costumes and marveling at the large bags of treats. He’d silently laugh at the doormats that would trigger screams of witches, goblins and ghouls. Despite his enjoyment, Spooky felt left out of it all. Halloween was the one night that children and teenagers would not come out to the house where he lived. How he would love to have visitors and pass out treats, but everybody preferred to stay in town to trick or treat.
Every year he hoped it would be a different story. Then one year, Spooky decided that if the trick or treaters wouldn't come to him, he’d go to them. Now all he had to do was plan the type of treats he wanted to give and how he’d go about it.
The week before Halloween, Spooky decided to float back to the dime store and, again, look over the bags of candy. He sifted through the bags of taffy, candy bars, gumdrops and candy corn without being noticed. And then he finally found exactly what he was looking for! At the bottom of a great pile of bagged treats, Spooky found several bags of pops, each one wrapped in paper.
The more he looked at the pops, the more an idea began to form in his vaporous mind. Swiftly, Spooky picked up several bags of suckers and then he drifted about until he came to the fabric and notions department of the dime store. To his pile of supplies, he added a few spools of thin ribbons in yellow, orange and black; a marker, a pair of scissors and the remnants of white material. Undetected, Spooky floated out the door of the dime store and whooshed back to his home near the cranberry bog.