I found a five-year-old girl sitting alone on my porch on Halloween. She said someone had told her to wait, but she wouldn’t say who. An hour later, two police officers arrived and noticed something unusual about her costume. What frightened me most was how she reacted when they examined it.
Halloween was supposed to be quiet this year.
I would hand out candy, watch an old movie, and go to bed early.
I’m Margaret, 54. My husband, Richard, was visiting his brother in Chicago.
Around 8:00 p.m. that evening, I heard someone crying outside.
I opened the door and found a little girl sitting on my porch steps, wearing an orange pumpkin costume.
She couldn’t have been older than five.
She had no candy bucket, and I could tell she had cried.
“Sweetheart, where are your parents?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Did you come here with someone?”
She nodded.
“They told me to wait.”
I looked down the street, but the other families had already moved on.
I brought her inside, gave her some water, and called the police.
Nearly an hour passed before two officers arrived.
The older one introduced himself as Officer Miller.
“Is the child still here?”
I nodded and led them into my living room.
The girl immediately hid behind my chair.
Officer Miller crouched beside her.
“Can you tell me your name?”
She remained silent.
Then his partner, Officer Davis, noticed her costume.
“Sir,” he said quietly, “look at the stitching.”
Officer Miller examined the black thread along the lining.
“Ma’am, could you check something inside her costume?”
I hesitated. “Why?”
“There’s something sewn into it.”
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