The tenth time we passed a trick-or-treater with the same monster costume, Fred stopped. “I don’t get it,” he said. “Why did so many people have the same idea?”
“What’s wrong?” May frowned. “It looks cool. Who cares if it’s original?”
He rolled his eyes. “You dress up as a princess every year. Of course you don’t care.”
“This from the guy in an egg costume?”
“It’s good for us,” I said. “It makes us stand out. We’ll get all the best candy!”
We ignored the screams and the sirens. But when we got home, we couldn’t ignore the monsters.
Author’s Note: If monsters wanted to attack, the best time (for them) would be on Halloween.