Halloween Haunts: Dirty Ghost by David Ghilardi
"I'll trade you three Clark bars for one Snickers." Jerry said. My little brother nodded. They made the candy exchange quickly, both satisfied with what they considered a total score. They both ripped into the candy like sharks. Jerry had never found a food group he didn't like. We all were pillaging from our full bags of treasure. It was a great night. We had scored big. One of the only Halloween's in memory where it had not rained, in Chicago, that was a miracle. It was building though, you could feel it. The weather was changing, pressing at my…