Margaret looks through her blinds. Her neighbor has the trailer again. His loud truck growls. Her poor little Roxy hides under the table. Shuddering at the noise.
She looked at her window. The trailer had something under a blue tarp.
“He’s a crazy!” Margaret speaks to the nervous dog.
Roxy wags her tail.
“Let’s go for a walk.” The words crawl from her mouth
The trailer calls her.
Outside she sees an arm hanging out beyond the tarp.
“Oh my God… I knew it he is a killer!” Margaret walks dragging a dog behind her.
“It’s Halloween!!” A booming voice calls from the door. A less than crazy man stares at the neighbor from hell.