She insists you come inside her house, where she presents you with hand crafted packets of unwrapped candy. Sweet as the gesture is, you will inevitably toss these because no one under 70 likes hard candies that taste like fake strawberry.
Two houses down, you spot that mom from the PTA who seems to hates you for no reason. Her kids are decked out in fancy handmade costumes, complete with safety lights and warm underclothes that coordinate with their outfits. You hustle your Target clad clan across the street and try not to make eye contact.
This angel of sugar leaves a giant vat of namebrand candy on the steps like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. There's a sign asking you to "Please take one." Even though you don't see anyone around, you worry that this may be a giant Youtube prank in disguise, so you sadly follow instructions.
Maybe its the wolf decor you glimpse behind them covering every surface of the living room or maybe its something in their uncomfortable laugh. Either way, trust your gut and donate that candy to the nearest dumpster.