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trick-or-treating even though everyone else had already gone home. He only had a couple more stops to make and then he'd be done. He wanted to make the most out of this year's trick or treating because it would probably be his last year to do so. He was really getting too old to be doing it and everyone knew it as well as he did. His bag of candy was just about to start over flowing and it was getting very heavy.
                  “Just two more stops, and I am going home.” Maxwell told himself.
                  He ran up the stairs and knocked on the door of the huge house that the Willis family called home.
                  Jeremy Willis was surprised when he opened the door and saw Maxwell. He wasn’t so much surprised at the sight of a trick-or-treater dressed as a hobo, but surprised at how late in the evening it had become. The last group of trick - or-treaters that came through had been almost forty five minutes ago. It was almost time for them to stop altogether. Jeremy did not say a word to Maxwell. He simply tossed a couple candy bars in his bag and Maxwell was on his way. Jeremy assumed that the boy would be finished soon anyway, considering the fact that he and his family lived on the edge of town. On most Halloween nights the Willis family was lucky to get fifteen kids to trick-or-treat at their house. Which is nothing compared to the amount of kids that stopped at houses in the middle of town. A good friend of the family once told Jeremy that they had a hundred kids stop by. Jeremy couldn’t imagine a Halloween that busy.
                  After Jeremy Willis flung a couple of cheap imitation candy bars into his bag Maxwell hoisted his bag up and continued on. He wasn’t sure how much his bag of goodies weighed but he assumed it was probably close to thirty or forty pounds. It was really looking like things were going to pay off this year. Maxwell felt comfortable with the fact that this would be his last year trick or treating. He'd get out of the trick or treating game with a bang.
                  He had one last stop to make, but it was half a mile away. Perhaps I should just forget about it and go home , Maxwell thought to himself, but his last stop was the Morone house and he had stopped there every year since he was five. It just wouldn’t be right to not stop there especially when he would never be stopping there again. Maxwell let his weak and tired feet guide him further out into the darkness on the edge of town.
                  The light from a full moon sent a pale glow down to the grass. Maxwell could hear the whisper of the wind through the bare trees.
                  The long walk to the Morone house always creeped Maxwell out, even when he used to take it with a large group of friends.
                  Maxwell heard a strange sound off somewhere in the woods that surrounded the lonely road he was slowly creeping down.
                  “Gonna keep going!” Maxwell told himself attempting to boost his courage. There is nothing out there that isn’t just as scared of me .
                  The sound of the night continued to play tricks on Maxwell until he saw the Morone house in the distance. He was so excited he took off running for the house. He couldn’t make his legs move fast enough to get there. He stormed up the stairs and knocked on the door loudly. When he heard the doorknob begin to turn, he immediately shouted out “TRICK-OR-TREAT.”
                  Bethany Morone laughed in delight at Maxwell’s excitement. She had never seen a more enthusiastic trick-or-treater. She knew that he would be her last trick-or-treater of the night, and that he had taken the time to walk all the way out to her house. So she poured the remaining candy from her bowl into Maxwell’s already over-flowing bag of candy and wished him a happy Halloween.