He’d only lived there until he was two years old but he’d seen the pictures a million times, there was no mistaking it—this was Maple Lane.
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He sprinted across the driveway and up to the gargantuan oak door, pausing for only a moment before grabbing and lifting the brass knocker.
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As soon as he did a blinding light completely filled his vision and caused him to stumble backwards. “Jon, you ok buddy?” Evan asked.
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“Jon?” Jake’s voice rang out from behind him. “Jake? Evan? Whats going on?” Jon said as he gathered himself, his vision slowly returning.
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The oak door was gone, along with the entire mansion. Instead he was met by an elderly man clutching a cauldron full of candy.
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“Wh-What just happened?” Jon said as he looked at his friends. They stared at him in stunned silence. “Trick,” the old man finally said.
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“What?” Jon asked again. “‘Trick or treat’, you said,” the old man began. “Trick,” he repeated with an impish smile as he closed the door.
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