Three teens sat on the bricks outside the tunnel entrance passing a joint and eating stolen Halloween candy.
Ricky took a long toke and chased it with a packet of M&Ms. “Am I high or do you hear voices coming from the tunnel?” He passedDevonthe joint.
“Yes.” Susan replied. Devonchocked out a smoky giggle.
“Dude, I’m serious.” He hopped off his perch and wandered down to the entrance. “Hello!” He yelled.
“Ello, ello, ello.” It answered. He jumped.
“Dude, it’s just an echo.” Devonsaid.
“I know. Got any shoelace licorice?”
Susan reached into the bag and pulled out a package. Rickey opened it up. With the concentration that only the stoned could muster, he carefully tied the confectionary in a knot around a stick. “Lighter.” He ordered.
“What’re you doing?” Devonasked.
“Making a torch.” He replied, as if it was obvious.
“I’m going in, coming?” They both shrugged and joined their friend. By the sugar-light of their makeshift torch they entered the tunnel. What they didn’t know was that the pack of kids they had stolen from followed them and were hiding out in the tunnel, lying in wait to seek their revenge.
“Halloweeners retrieve stolen candy, thieves get burned.”