Mrs Kays Halloween House

We all avoided Miss Kay’s house; she was an old maid. No one wanted to get moldy cookies or pink lemonade. We ran past her stoop, not wanting to ring the bell as it stood. We knew whatever she would give out would be no good. At the end of the night our weird cousin named Lee. Who could not catch up said “Whoop Dee Dee Dee!” He had a five-dollar bill and guess which house he stopped at? The next year we all trooped up to Miss Kay’s door so fat. She was tickled to death we had stopped and generous too. She took down a list of goodies we like and bought them in 2002. For the next twenty years we all ran up there to trick-or-treat. And became her friends, and she said, “Aren’t you all sweet!”