“No Billy… The ghost behind the door doesn’t want any candy, it’s after my soul.”
“Wha-what do you mean?” Billy nervously asked.
“It is all because of something I stole. Or more correctly, something my husband and I stole. Only he is not around to pay the price.”
“What did you steal, a bed? And now its sheet is out there looking for revenge.”
Mrs. Fillmore’s eyes began to tear up and her voice cracked as she spoke, “Please Billy, this is not the time for jokes, what happened was very grim and it still gives me nightmares.”