You hated being an orphan. Really, really hated it. It majorly sucked.

So, it came as no surprise when you and your sisters got the creepiest house ever to give cookies to.

“Hello! Cookies for sale!” Margo echoed.

Being second oldest, you stood next to Agnes as Margo knocked on the door. You felt Agnes’ hand grab onto yours, as your eyes inspected the dark, depressing building, narrowing at the lack of decoration. What was with this place?

“Go awaay! I’m not home.”