Chantelle was relaxing at home this past Halloween, enjoying a few scary movies while attending to the occasional trick or treaters that would call at her door during the evening. The slim brunette got up from the sofa to answer the door again, grabbing the bowl of candy to offer to her visitors.
“Trick or treat!” the trio of costumed children shouted out in unison as she answered the door.
“Oh my! What scary costumes you have.” she mentioned as she began handing out the candy, depositing and handful into each outstretched goody bag. “There’s a scary pumpkin head, and a spooky ghost, and you must be a wicked witch?” she asked as the kids nodded along before thanking her and going on their way.
Chantelle’s night continued much like this, every 15 minutes or so she would pause her movie, get up and dish out candy before returning to the sofa to continue, it wasn’t until much later when things went awry for her.
