AITA for giving out candy? : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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I’m an old fart who doesn’t know how to use Reddit, so I apologize if there’s any mistakes.

I (72F) live in a neighborhood with lots of children. If they’re not playing in the street, they’re running back and forth from house to house. For the record, I don’t mind it at all. I never had children of my own, and my husband died a few years ago, so I live alone. Hearing children play all day is a nice distraction from my quiet life.

All the kids in the neighborhood love me. They call me “Granny Smith” because I have an apple tree in my front yard that I let the children pick fruit from. They’re very sweet children. Their parents also really like me, too. I occasionally get surprised with homemade cookies or cake. They even give me Christmas presents every year. It’s very nice of them, and I appreciate it very much.

My real claim to fame around the neighborhood isn’t apples though. It’s that I have a tradition of giving out candy at the end of each month. Everyone calls it “monthly Halloween”. Kids come from all over the neighborhood to get some of Granny Smith’s candy. I love doing it because I love seeing the children get so excited. Seeing children get excited to eat my candy warms my soul.

Lately, however, there had been some problems with the neighborhood children. Apparently, I’ve become a target of harassment. I don’t know who the specific children are, but in the past couple months I’ve had terrible things done to me. My house has been TP-ed several times, and my car has been egged at least twice. The worst one was when someone took spray paint and wrote obscenities on my garage door. I don’t know what’s gotten into these kids. In addition to making me mad, it also makes me sad, too. I love these kids, and it hurts that they would treat me like that.

The end of the month was approaching, and the children (as usual) were getting excited about monthly Halloween. But I wasn’t. I was sick and tired of being treated like garbage. Children just aren’t respectful these days, and it’s an utter shame. It made me angry that they hadn’t been appreciating me.

I decided that I was going to play my own prank on the children. Right before the first child rang the doorbell for monthly Halloween, I took a few razor blades and shoved them into the candy. I put razor blades in at least ten pieces. I made sure to re-wrap the candies so that it wouldn’t look suspicious.

When the kids rang the doorbell, I acted like everything was normal. I gave out the candy, and the children were so excited. They were so happy, and they thanked me over and over again.

They acted so sweet that it kind of made me feel bad. Perhaps I was too harsh.

After all, they’re just kids.

AITA?

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