Goblin Candy

Greetings once again BOILS AND GHOULS!  I, CREEPS, have quite a TREAT with a TRICK in this TALE OF HAVOC AND HORROR ON HALLOWEEN I call...
Back on the Eve Of Halloween in 1970, an older man carried a bowl of Hershey Kisses through his hallway to his front door somewhere in southern-Illinois.  A younger lady came down the stairs by the front door and told the older man: "what a waste of candy Frank really".  Oh come on, Irene, it's Halloween.  The kids like it" Frank replied.  
The doorbell rang and Frank opened it to a couple kids in witch and mummy costumes.  "Trick-or-treat Mr. Anderson!" the said to Frank.  "Well, here you kids go.  Happy Halloween now" he smiled and gave them some candy.  "Thank you Happy Halloween" they said and ran away.  Later on, Irene caught Frank in the kitchen.  "Aha, you ran out of candy Frank.  Those stupid kids didn't need it anyways!" she told him.  "Irene, they enjoyed it" he answered, with a sigh.  "Oh, the only thing stupider than giving out candy to brain-dead kids, is when I married a brain-dead husband like you" Irene snapped at him.  She walked out of the kitchen and Frank sat at the table, pouring a bottle of brandy into a glass and drinking it down.  The doorbell rang.  
Frank Anderson got up and answered it, discovering a wood-box on his doorstep.  He hauled it inside and put it on the kitchen-table.  He opened it easily and a beastly-hand of purple with blue fur and piercing-claws suddenly clung to the side of it.  Frank jumped in horror, but then called, "Irene, please come here".  "What's that box Frank?  Did some kid leave it outside?" she asked.  "Look inside, Irene" he responded and she touched the hand.  It moved in a flash, and it was attached to a blue-fur-covered-goblin, with solid-black eyes and sharpened-fangs.  The monster roared deeply, sinking its fangs into Irene's face, making her scream.  It clawed her chest and Frank looked away, as sounds of eating were heard among Irene's screaming.  A minute later, he saw Irene's skeleton on the floor and the goblin roared and the lid closed on the box.  Frank Anderson sighed in relief and disposed of the box in his pond behind his house immediately.  Then he dumped Irene's skeleton down, into the pond and then returned to his kitchen, drinking the rest of the brandy from the bottle.  
Well, poor Frank Anderson finally got a TREAT in the end when he gave Irene a real TRICK eh? hee-hee!  The goblin liked its candy even though it was BITTER aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  Well, the monster was sure GOBLIN DOWN ITS FOOD heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!