Snickers Come Home at Midnight

Free Snickers bars appeared on my porch Halloween morning. No note, just a massive bowl

filled to the brim. I handed them out all night. Kids loved them, who doesn't love

Snickers? Then parents started calling. Every child who ate one began sleepwalking

to my house at midnight. They stood in my yard, silent, staring at my door.

I tried calling police but my phone was dead. I checked the empty bowl.

At the bottom, a note. "Thanks for returning them. They've been waiting

thirty years to come home." I looked outside. The children's eyes were hollow.

They started walking toward my door.