Switch Witch

It was a treacherous night of knocking on doors and dodging monsters, all to get my fill of Halloween candy. Monsters had been dodged, and my bucket was heavy. My parents inspected the winnings. After that, the booty was mine. I was polite. I was patient.

“You can have one,” they said. That’s when the horror began.

When I reached inside, I felt dried apricots, apple slices, cinnamon sticks and sunflower seeds, packets of apple cider dust, raisin balls, and an orange.

The switch witch must’ve gotten to it,” they supposed.

The switch witch. The most horrible monster of all.