Buckle up, grab your flashlights, and bring some candy corn, because you are tunning into one spooky story. (This is a real story, that's why I am sharing it). >Halloween night, 2017 >Grand and two of his friends are going trick-or-treating, last year they can. >Friends come over to Grand's house, Grand doesn't get on GTM for that reason. >Grand lives in a smallish neighborhood, there are maybe 12 houses at the most. >Sun goes down, and Grand and his friends head out to some of the houses around his street. >After the three make it through the neighborhood, Grand has the idea to head to the neighborhood across town. >That neighborhood has 100+ houses, all houses are small so not expecting too much. >The three head over in that direction, make it to the first cul-de-sac and raid the houses of their candy. >Grand is dressed as an Ebola Doctor, so he asks people if their bowls are sick and that he needs to inspect them. Most love it and they give him more candy. Score. >Grand comes across local neighborhood god who gives out king sizes every year. Pulls same thing, dude loves it, allows Grand to take a whole handful. +1 King Sized Kit-Kat, +1 King Sized Snickers, +1 King Sized Hersheys, +1 King Sized Starburst, +1 King Sized Twix. >Night continues on, Grand and friends are having a great time. Some houses have nobody home, cannot maximize candy intake. >Near end of the route, all need to be back at Grand's house at 8:30. >Time is like 7:50, Grand and friends make it to the final stretch. >Final stretch consists of 4 or 5 houses at a T-like crossing. >Head to the first house, balding dude in his 40s, gives us one piece only, Almond Joys and Snickers. >Head to the second house, stay there for 30secs, nobody answers the door. >Head to the third house, knock on the door, nobody seems to be home. >Grand hears something in the garage and turns his head. Sees that the door is open to the garage, everything is dark. >Grand peaks his head in, sees nothing. >Grand and friends walk down the driveway, dude from house one starts yelling, >"If you don't get out of this neighboorhood, I'm calling the cops." >Three look over at the dude, he's looking at them. >"What's going on?" Says' Grand's friend #1 >"I'm not saying it again, get out of this neighborhood." Responds the dude. >"Ok, we're going." Says Grand's friend #1. >The three walk down the street to another house and trick-or-treat there. >After getting candy, the three walk down the path. >"Last time, get out or I am calling the cops." Says the dude, now across the street. >Dude must have walked a good 20 yards just to yell at us. >"Ok, what did we even do?" Says Grand. >"You just broke into that lady's house!" Says the dude, pointing to the house with the garage door open. >"I peaked my head in! What are you talking about?!" Says Grand again. >"Start walking. Did you drive here? How does it feel to be 17 and still trick-or-treat?!" Says dude again, trying to antagonize us. >"That's none of your business!" Grand yells back. >Three then walk away, dude starts to follow them. >"Retard, I will call the police if you follow us anymore. We are going." Grand yells again. >Three see dude disappear, now on his phone, calling somebody. >Three start to trick-or-treat another house, all head back to Grand's house.