It was a cold, wet, windy night and it had rained all day. Bubba, sipping on a cold beer on his sofa, turned on the television. Suddenly, there was an unexpected knock on the door. Opening it, he was surprised at what he found.
“Trick or treat, y’all,” Said a small female ghost of about six years old.
”Is that ya unner that ghost outfit Leah Ann? Ya sound like Leah Ann,” Bubba bent down as he spoke to get a good look at the little girl’s eyes. He knew it was Leah, but he wanted to tease her.
“No! It ain’t me uncle Bubba Lee. I ain’t heah. I’m home sleepin’.” As soon as she had spoken, a slight giggle escaped her costume.
“Howdy do, Bubba!” A voice from the dark said.
“That ya, Willy Eugene?”
“Shore it is, Bubba.”
“Ya two come on in heah, right now,” Bubba said with a big crooked grin.
“Thank ya kindly Bubba Lee. Is Maude home too?” Willy Eugene asked and Bubba knew there was more behind it than him just wondering.
See, four years ago Bubba’s wife Maude had caught Willy Eugene giving beer to her lap dog and she’d not been happy.
“Naw, she went down to the VRW to play bingo with the girls.”
“Trick or treat,” Little Leah Ann said once more.
“Ok sweetheart. Let me see what Maude has in the cab’net.” Bubba walked into the kitchen and spent a good ten minutes looking around. There were cans of his favorite, Vi’anna sausages, bags of pork rinds, hot sauce, peas, carrots, but no candy. Actually, there was a small bag of chocolate covered raisins, but Bubba wouldn’t feed those to his dog. Finally, as bad as he hated doing it, he gave her the last Moon Pie from the fridge.
“Here ya go pun’kin.” He said as he placed the pie into a completely filled goody bag.
“Thank you Uncle Bubba Lee but I ain’t no pun’kin. I’m a big scary ghost!” Leah Ann screamed and stomped the floor. The lava lamp bounced.
