Being young, you avoided a certain house on the block, the yard overgrown, the paint peeling, the windows always dark. Rumors swirled about the man who lived there. The man was dangerous, them man is a murderer, the man is crazy, the rumors said. Every year on Halloween you would avoid his house. Until you felt the courage one night to finally do it. You shakily rang the bell, and it slowly creeped open, and an older man stood there. You got scared, but didn't show it. "Hello there." The way he smiled warmly at you made your fear fade. "I don't get many visitors nowadays, happy Halloween, darling." He held out a large bowl of full sized candy bars. There was a glimpse of his house, and his home was a stark contrast to the appearance outside, soft lighting, a candle burning on a cute lantern, blankets neatly folded on top of a love seat recliner. The space looked nice, but lonely.