When I came down from hiding at 9:25 pm, the werewolf re-appeared from the candy bag and they both spotted me.  The only thing I could think of doing was to run home as fast as my feet would take me.  When I got home I called the Department of Animal Control; luckily, they were still there.

When they arrived, they captured the werewolf and put him in a thick steel cage.  I knew the nightmarish candy bag was out there somewhere, so I went looking.  By 9:58 pm, I couldn’t find it.  I was about to give up when an idea hit me so hard I almost fell over.  Maybe the candy bag had gone to the candy factory in search of more candy.  When I arrived at the factory, I discovered that it was actually a dark spooky castle with windows made from melted candy wrappers.  When I got inside, the creepy candy bag wasn’t there, but I saw a sign between two doors that read, “Go down and you may find a pit or you may find master.  Go up and you may find master or you may find a pit.”  I chose the UP door and found the candy bag on the other side.

I grabbed the bag and, holding its mouth closed so it wouldn’t hurt me with its razor sharp teeth, and ran downstairs to throw it in the pit.  On the other side of the door marked DOWN, I felt something squishy and gooey, but it still opened.  Instead of a pit, there was a girl candy bag.   She pushed a button and the floor underneath her fell away, “SPLASH!”  She landed in a pit of water, but was waterlogged in a few seconds and sank to the depths.

Deciding the pit wasn’t deep enough for my candy bag; I returned to my house and threw the troublesome candy bag into the furnace.  I decided to run, but after getting only 500 feet away, the house exploded in a huge ball of fire.  As I walked down the street, at 10:45 pm, I saw the residents back in their houses getting ready for Thanksgiving.

Later that night I saw my dad’s car sitting in the middle of the road.  I ran over and saw him sleeping in the driver’s seat, so I woke him up.  He looked at me and said, “I just had the weirdest dream.”  I asked if we could move and he said, “Sure.”  So I got into the car feeling good that I had saved Spooky Valley