It was a cold and dark Halloween night, the only night when children are allowed to dress up as their favorite monsters and head door to door and collect delicious goodies. As for the McGills they were winding-down from a long night of celebration, the couple had pasted out treats to the neighborhood children for several hours and it was now time to call it a night.
Although they were exhausted, it was their favorite time of the year, as it was an annual tradition for the couple. They had participated in a neighborhood Halloween party since they moved into the modest suburban town.
Karen McGill spent the entire day before Halloween, preparing for the children of the neighborhood. She decorated their home inside and out, and spent months as she came up new ideas to convert the home in to a haunted house maze. The kids would travel through the house and experience the macabre that awaited them, by the time the children came out the other side, Karen and her husband George stood there with a special treat for them. An award of sorts for the kid's bravery of making through the haunted maze.
It was a quarter after Ten at night, when they waved good-bye to the last visiting child. The couple went back inside and begin to take down the decorations, Karen wanted everything packed up and put away before they called it a night.
“Another Halloween in the books love,” said Karen who removed the lights that hung in their living room.
“I think this is the best haunted house you have came up with yet, and I know the children had a blast,” George had said while he broke down the large ghost that floated over their kitchen table.
The couple worked in silence for a short while as they converted the place of ghost and ghouls back to their Victorian style home. It was well after midnight when there came a soft knock at the door. The McGills looked at each other then glanced at where the origin of the knock came from.
“Well... Go answer it,” Karen ordered.
George nodded his head and felt uneasy as he slowly made his way to the front door. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
George looked down and saw before him and found the most adorable little girl, with golden blond curly hair and the biggest blue eyes. She did not appear to be no more then four or five years old. The little girl was dressed as an Angel, and was just delightful. “Karen come here and see this little girl.”
“What is it” Karen asked as she walked up to the front door. At first sight of the child she was taken back by how adorable the little girl was. Karen knelt down in front of the little girl and asked, “What are you supposed to say sweetheart?”
The little girl looked up at the McGills and said with an equally adorable accent, “Twick or Tweat!”
Karen thought to herself that was adorable and told her husband to go get a treat bag. George quickly returned with a plastic bag that appeared to be half full and handed it to his wife.