The stage is set on Halloween night, the moon over Stepford town paints a pallid light. A single lantern blazes at the end of Beetlebrush Street, belonging to the house of old Miss Creep. The rumor is, “She was a witch!” all whisper and creep.
Children dared each other but none would venture, terrified of Miss Creep’s mysterious demeanor. This particular Halloween, brave 8-year-old Max decides, “I’ll knock on that door and secure the highest of praises.”
He transverses the cobweb blanketed path, the eerie silence deafening except for his own heart’s aftermath. He knocks on the door, it creaks open with a shrill, Miss Creep’s silhouette on the threshold genuinely thrilled. “Trick or treat!” Max says, his voice a shiver, to which Miss Creep replies with an enigmatic quiver.
Max collects his candy, turns and takes his leave, sure of a victory reception he was going to receive. Suddenly, he hears a “Squeak!” behind him, a mini figure that makes his courage dim.
The figure scampers and he turns to face… a hamster, wearing a witch’s hat in lace. Miss Creep chuckles from the porch, bag of hamster treats in her clasp. Halloween in Stepford was never haunting, just filled with Miss Creep’s light-hearted pet haunting!