[ WP ] 'How did trick-or-treaters get here ? This is the North Pole ! '

Twenty years. 
 
 Twenty, long, god-damned years. They chased me down. Again. 
 
 This is the *north pole* -- - How the hell did trick-or-treaters get up here?! 
 
 I just wanted some peace and quiet away from that town. I had to experience it... Every day, the same tormenting songs, the same **tormenting** way they go about life; The same lighting storms, smoke, and any other freak of nature there. One day everything changed with a question, but that faded long ago. I had to question more and more. 
 
 When I mentioned I wanted to leave, they turned on me. They threatened my livelihood and my *wife*. I could n't bear it anymore. That night I ran away with her. We left that town for good. We stayed in a town called `` Hanukkah'' not to far from there. I remember it was cold. Very cold. My experience with the cold held us out for a while. We were homeless you see. There's no work for a man like me in a town like that. What the hell was Hanukkah anyway? My wife and I never understood. Nobody was willing to hire us for anything. We grew sick, on one *especially* cold night. 
 
 I woke the morning after to a frozen corpse next to me. 
 
 I cried out with all my might and wept... and remembered. 
 
 `` ***There was a doctor where we used to live. HE CAN HELP US***'' 
 
 I trudged through frozen muck and mire; Trekked on the paths that once, were our way out. The sojourn took what felt like years. All for my lovely wife. Who's ice I was lugging on my shoulders. Finally, I reached the town. But nobody was home. I ran to the tower where the doctor gave birth to my wife. 
 
 `` ***DOCTOR! ***'' I cried, 
 
 `` ***WHERE HAVE YOU GONE. ***'' 
 
 And I realized nobody was home. 
 
 I fell into the depths of madness. For five years I sat in The town of Hanukkah. Then, one day, in a fit of depravity, I heard them. Trick or Treaters. The thought of my home town triggered a reaction in me that could only be described as absolute fear. I ran. I ran faster that I ever have. And they started chasing me. They *knew* me. `` Of course,'' I thought to myself. `` of course they know me.'' When I was still a man who called himself as such, they looked up to me. I could hear them behind me, chanting my name over and over again. They had rehearsed it. They were **out** for me. They were the ones who abandoned the town. 
 
 I ran straight into the snowy town. And what awaited me was my salvation. A sled -- - but not just any. The one I rode 6 years ago. The one that could *fly*. I jumped onto it, and commanded it and the ones pulling it to go up. We lifted off and started flying away. I could hear the Trick or Treaters below me, but I dared not to look. I rode for a while north. To a white place. I remembered it as the north pole. I had been there once. It was peaceful. Something I longed for, for so long. Peace. I made a fire in an old cabin, and set the sled on it's way back. 
 
 Fifteen years have past since then. My cabin, now an ice laden mansion. When you have a decade and a half with only ice and fire to work with, you write books or make sculptures. And I'm no George R -- - ah, forget it. It's been a peaceful 15 years. I love it here. It's my home now. 
 
 So why. Are there. *GOD DAMNED*. ***TRICK OR TREATERS***. ***AT MY FUCKING DOOR STEP***. 
 
 ***IT'S BEEN FIFTEEN YEARS GUYS GO HOME***. 
 
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 I am really not sure what this is, or what it was supposed to be. Be nice. ^^please. 

