by M. J. Joachim
Walking through the cornfields was scary, but not as scary as running into mean old Mr. Jacobs. All the kids knew enough to avoid his house on Halloween, which is why everyone always dared the littlest kid to go knock on his door. Justin had been the littlest kid for years. He knew what was in store, and he didn’t want any part of it.
As they approached Mr. Jacobs’ house, Justin was sent on ahead, while the rest of the kids hid behind bushes and trees. Every year, they’d watch Justin go inside. He’d stay for about ten minutes, then reemerge with the biggest bag of candy in the neighborhood. The big boys would all divvy up the goods and race for home, while Justin slowly staggered behind.
This year, Justin made up his mind. He was going to hide, instead of entering Mr. Jacobs’ house. When he didn’t come out, his brother Seth went up to the house. Justin saw Jacobs grab him by the scruff of the neck and take him inside. He ran to get his other brothers. “Don’t let him hurt him, boys. Please don’t let Jacobs hurt Seth like he’s always hurt me!”
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