Ringing the door bell and again calling "Trick or Treat," Stew held Megan in front of him, she pressed against the exceedingly tall front door.
The sound of footsteps coming made Stew smile and Megan still looked at him puzzled if not as well concerned at his greed.
A hefty bolt lock slammed open on the opposite side of that tall and heavy looking door. The door began to open, creaking on its rusty hinges, as Stew looked past Megan into the eyes of a tall and thin gaunt gray faced man.
"Ah hello, ah...trick or treat," Stew said, his voice showing how shaken he was and then feeling scared just like Megan.
"Trick......or treat, I shall get you both something, please wait here," spoke the tall man, his lips barely moving, but his voice boomed loud enough to echo back behind him into the dimly lighted rooms and halls of his great house.
Megan was pulling at Stew's coat, pleading with him to run and not wait for any treat that tall man might have or give.
Stewart, as his mother named him, was never one to turn down something for free, whether he really wanted it or not; many times after receiving the whatever, he would simply toss it into the bushes.
The clomping sound of footsteps returning toward the front door made Megan walk some safe distance from bold Stewart, but in plain sight of the front door to that old mansion.
Suddenly from inside the great house this tall and gaunt man appeared at the doorway, he seemingly forced over his face a sly grin of some sort of evil smile.
In a quick motion and from his hands held behind his back he drew out an old burlap potato sack and in a swift move did pull it over Stew's head, tugging it down to cover him to about near his knees.
Megan seeing this screamed, as Stew stood silent, likely scared, and did not move but waited for what next might come; his foolish thoughts were that this was some elaborate sort of trick.