"Aren't you a little old to go trick-or-treating?" my roomate and best friend asked, staring at my costume.
"You're NEVER too old to go trick-or-treating!" I shouted back, offended. She had always known that I loved Halloween and candy and dressed up every year.
"Whatever," she replied, "you know where to find me."
That night, I went out to the streets, going door to door for candy. At every house I was greeted by the same response: "You're too old to go trick-or-treating."
By the last home in our neighborhood, I was fuming. Why bother even going up to the door!? I knew what they were going to say! I sat down on their porch and started to cry. I didn't want to look up, because I knew every kid around was staring at the twenty-year-old trick-or-treater bawling on the stranger's deck.
"Maybe I can help," a voice said. I looked up, then quickly turned my head down again, not wanting them to see my tear-strewn face.
"I know you've been crying, there's no need to hide it." he said.
Ashamed, I finally turned my head to look at the kind man.
"None of the houses will give you candy, right? They say you're too old?"
I nodded. He just closed his eyes.
"Try again. Go up to every house one more time." the friendly gentleman said as he disappeared.
I followed his instructions, and boy, was I glad I did! Anyone I walked up to would give me all their candy! I ate and ate and ate. By midnight, I had probably eaten about a thousand pieces! But did I stop there? No. I walked up to every house in the entire town and ate every sweet in their home. I even got the candy that their children had collected! Ten thousand pieces by now. I was beginning to see what this power could do. I could walk up to huge stores and get eVeRy PiEcE oF cAnDy ThEy HaD iN sToCk. ThE NiGhT wAsN't eVeN oVeR aNd I'd EaTeN pReTtY mUcH aLl tHe cAnDy In ThE nEiGbOrHoOd. I cOuLd'Nt StOp, eVeN aFtEr HaLloWeEn.
sOoN I rEaLiZeD tHaT i CoUlD uSe ThIs PoWeR fOr MoRe ThAn JuSt CaNdY. i CoUld HaVe aNy FoOd I wAnTeD fOr FrEe.
May 25, 2005
She's taken all our food again. I don't know why, but none of us can say no to her. I don't know what she is, but she isn't human. Maybe she's hypnotizing us into letting her have it all? I don't know, but with her eating all our provisions, we won't survive much longer.
tHiS iS gReAt. aLL tHe HuMaNs HaVe GoNe InTo HiDiNg. I cAn EaT aLL i WaNt. I WiLL eAt aLL i WaNt. No OnE iS hErE tO sToP mE.
"Years ago, a woman gained the power to eat anything she wanted. She went crazy and ate almost everything. Now class, who can tell me who granted her this power?"
"You?" the class shouted.
"Haha, yes. Me. Now how would you all like to be able to eat everything?"
Annnnd so it was a neverending cycle (?)