October 31st, Halloween evening. Kids cheering outside, dressed as monsters, fictional characters or simply strolling cheerfully in your neighborhood. You hear your doorbell, you’ve already filled a large plastic pumpkin with chocolate and other candies to offer to any children who stop by your house.

As you opened the door, your best friend Stephen appeared in front of you dressed as a ghostly version of himself—basically, a sheet with two holes cut out for his eyes. He smiled his brightest at you, lifting up the edge of his costume.

„Trick or treat, boo-tiful. It’s me, Steve, by the way.”