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I still can’tcan't do it.
 
The thought of celebrating Halloween brings me feelings of guilt, sadness, and anger. I’mI'm one of those people who leaves their porch lights off every year, but unlike many others, I have a reason; I’veI've been changed.
 
It started when I was five. Every year, I went trick-or-treating with a group of boys in my neighborhood. I remember us always wearing goofy costumes. We all tried to outdo each other, but one boy named Larry always seemed to have the best one.
 
Eventually, we all stopped trick-or-treating in favor of Halloween parties; some in the pursuit of girls, and others just wanting to leave the house. Larry, however, trick-or-treated every year right up to our senior year of high school. His costumes regressed far from his childhood standard: they hugged the curves of his acquired fat, bulging in certain places where the fabric wouldn’twouldn't hold him.
 
With each year, he also started bathing less. I remember one year in particular where I was handing out candy. He came to the door in slow, deliberate steps. A smile of childlike, expired glee stretched across his lips as he approached me in a stained clown costume.
 
How he could’vecould've allowed himself to reach such a state baffled me.
 
"What happened?" I asked in disbelief. "What’sWhat's wrong with you?"
 
"Nothing’sNothing's wrong. I’mI'm fine. As of late, I’veI've been able to see the sweeter side of life."
 
Larry rapaciously grabbed a few pieces of candy out of the orange bowl and left. He carefully inspected the candy, twirling it around in his fingers like it was gold. It bewildered me that other adults were oblivious to his erratic behavior. Not only did his condition sicken me, but it also lead me to a grim realization.
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Twenty years later, I saw him again.
 
By this time, I’dI'd gotten a doctorate in Psychology and settled down in a small town in Vermont. My wife dressed up and took my children trick-or-treating while I stayed at home and handed out candy. Kids dressed up in a myriad of costumes arrived at my door to collect their sweets. It was 9 p.m. when it happened; the night died down, and children were making their final rounds. Through the darkness, I saw an overweight, middle-aged man approaching my door. He was wearing that same clown outfit with worn shoes. Even with colorful makeup smeared on his greasy face, I would’vewould've recognized his features anywhere.
 
"Larry… what happened to you? Why are you here?"
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Further along down the trail, I noticed the bodies of the kids began to change. Certain parts of their faces were composed entirely of chocolate or hard candy. When I touched them, they didn't move; it was almost as if the candy had become bound with their bodies. Soon, I reached a clearing and saw Larry.
 
He was eating candy out of one of the child’schild's stomachs. Piles of wrappers surrounded him as ants crawled on him to revel in the filth. The moment he saw me, he turned up to me and said these words before continuing his sick feast:
 
"They… took… my… candy."
 
I never ran so fast from a place in my life. Luckily, I’dI'd made it home before my wife and kids knew I was gone. When she asked about next year, I told her we were going to hold off.
 
I’llI'll never celebrate something that produces men like this.
 
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