Grandma Left Candy Bars Until 2064. The Last One Is Mine.

Every Halloween at exactly 9:13, a little kid in a white bedsheet knocks on my door. He says "trick or treat," takes one candy bar, and leaves. He's been eight years old since 1964. 🎃👻 My grandma Rosie saved him a candy bar every Halloween for sixty years. When she died, she left me her cabin in Alder Creek, her grumpy cat Pepper, and three Halloween rules taped inside the candy bowl: 1. Porch light on until midnight. 2. Save the big chocolate bar for the little ghost. He comes at 9:13. 3. Never, ever lift the sheet. Then I found the box in her freezer. Before the snow globe, there was Halloween. Same cabin, same Pepper, same Mrs. Dabney (watch The Snow Globe next). Should I open the door, or wait for Halloween? Tell me in the comments 👇 ⏱ Chapters 0:00 Every Halloween at 9:13 0:32 The Note 1:26 Trick or Treat 2:00 9:13 3:10 Tommy Hale 4:04 The Freezer 4:57 This Halloween This is a fictional story. Names, places and events are invented. Narration is AI-generated. #scarystories #halloweenstory #cozyhorror #storytime #trickortreat #animatedstory #MidnightStoriees