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I remember when Halloween was fun. And then someone was said to have found a razor blade in a piece of candy. Then we all started scrambling. Carefully going through our bags to make sure nothing looked suspicious in our candy wrappers. Now our eyes were shifting back and forth in fear. Which neighbor could be capable of that? We were kids. We still had fun regardless. Those were our parents fears. Though it was truly rare occasion that someone would actually commit such a dark hearted act, seeds of fear were planted and watered by the chatter.

All it takes is one incident to be publicized and talked about. The whole of every village starts looking at their neighbors with suspicion. We all started fearing our neighborhoods. And so, the separation. Divide and conquer. Now days, Halloween is being sponsored by stores. Because it's better for them to receive their candy commercially, from a company, (which may actually have poison in the package) rather than home made cookies made with love by the kind elder lady next door. Who all the kids knew and was revered by the community. Now days, we fear her too. Why? Well, most likely, we were all traumatized by some story told us through the telephone game. Or some story on the television screen­ about someone somewhere we've never been. Rumors.

Perhaps we didn't, as community, come together to sit down with accused and accuser to try to find out if stories align. Or how they mis-align. He said, she said, it wasn't a crime. Maybe the kid got the pumpkin candy bucket out of the garage and there had been a razor blade that had fallen inside one day while in storage, went unnoticed before candy filled it and no body was intentionally malicious in the first place. The rumor it seems was sharper than the blade in the basket. It tore everyone and anyone apart.