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Note that I have told Candy pieces in the past but this one is remastered and sounds much better. :)Happy October 1st!TranscriptGood evening, it's Spooky Boo welcoming to the first of October 2021. What does this mean for the people in Sandcastle and you? It's the best time of the year! Halloween festivities begin today everywhere. The streets in Sandcastle are decorated with pumpkins and skeletons and the people in town even begin to cosplay earlier than anyone. It's their way of trying to feel normal while living in a spooky town.This month we celebrate Halloween by having a daily podcast about Halloween. Yes, it's the 31 Days of Halloween celebration where I will read podcast stories every day with at least one story being about Halloween. Today I have two creepypasta scary Halloween stories for you about Halloween candy. So sit back, grab your pumpkins and listen to the spooky tales of the 31 Days of Halloween.Now let's begin...Candy PiecesThe head-pounding knock at the door comes for the 28th time that same night. Having to abandon my cooking once again, I promptly hustle out to the doorway, orange bowl filled to the brim with a variety of homemade candies made by yours truly."Trick or Treat!" The toddler squeaks. As he looks up at me, the dinosaur hoodie droops over his beady eyes."What a nice costume," I sigh, grabbing a handful of candies and dumping them into the half-full pillow sack."Thank you," he says as he waddles down my porch steps and back to his dad.I slowly shut the door closed and retreat to the kitchen. I quickly pull my golden-colored chicken out of the steaming oven and onto the counter, where I begin to bombard it with spices of all sorts.I still do feel the slightest feeling of guilt; I mostly enjoy handing out my candies to the troublesome teenagers, as the older they are, the more I give them.It's really just a fun-sized chocolate bar filled with a dash of vodka and some meth. I usually individually wrap them with pink or purple ribbons to make it look cheesy. Ever since I began giving out these candies, which has been for well over 3 years now, no one has accused me (yet) of their children waking up the next morning, vomiting and sweating until they either drop dead or take a visit to the hospital.After all, I'm not the only one that does it in the neighborhood; there's Peter down the street that hands out similar homemade lollipops that appear to be store-bought.I have to admit I've really outdone myself this time; the chicken looked great and ready to devour. Before I can bring it to the dining table, I hear the knocking at the door for the 29th time...The knock sounds hard, shaking the floor. Shocked, I peak through a small crack I make in the door and see a small boy, 6–7 years old wearing a small little white mask, similar to the Jabbawockeez dance crew mask. He is wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. He stands there, staring at me from behind his mask. I grab the bowl of candy off of the drawers behind me and hold it in front of him."Take a candy; your costume scared me."He peeks down at the candy and looks back up at me."I know your secret, Anne." A ghostly voice cold as ice mutters. His voice shoots chills throughout my body. How did he know my name? Where were his parents?He remained silent after this statement, waiting for my reaction."W-what do you mean?" I stammer."Your candies are drugged. They made my friends sick." Following this statement, he slaps the bowl out of my shaking hands, scattering candy all over my porch. The bowl shatters upon impact."What's your problem, kid?! Pick that up this instant!" I shout, stomping out my door.The child tilts his head, appearing to be confused at this statement."You heard me. Pick up my candy." I repeat.He shakes his head, backing up a couple of steps."Well how would you like it if I slapped your candy bag out of your hands? Not very nice,