Frankie the Little Frankenstein Goes Trick-or-Treating

In a cozy cottage at the edge of Spooky Woods lived a young boy named Ezra. He wasn’t like other children in the neighborhood. Ezra had green skin, bolts in his neck, and a flat top haircut. You see, Ezra was a little Frankenstein, and his full name was Ezra Franklin Stein, but everyone called him Frankie.

Frankie loved Halloween more than any other holiday. It was the one night of the year when he could go out and play with other children without anyone thinking he looked strange. This Halloween, Frankie was extra excited because it would be his first time going trick-or-treating.

As the sun began to set on Halloween evening, Frankie put on his costume. He giggled as he looked in the mirror, for his costume was that of a regular boy with rosy cheeks and a button nose. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Stein, couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

“Remember, Frankie,” said Mrs. Stein, adjusting his costume, “be polite and always say ’thank you’ when you receive candy.”

Mr. Stein added, “And don’t forget to be home before the clock strikes ten, or your bolts might rust in the night air!”

Frankie nodded eagerly and set off into the twilight, his plastic pumpkin bucket swinging happily at his side. As he walked down Creepy Lane, he marveled at the decorations. Jack-o’-lanterns grinned from every porch, fake cobwebs draped over bushes, and spooky sounds echoed through the air.

At the first house, Frankie rang the doorbell with trembling fingers. An old witch answered, cackling, “Well, hello there! What an adorable little boy costume. What do you say?”

Frankie smiled shyly and said, “Trick or treat!”

The witch dropped a handful of candy into his bucket, and Frankie remembered to say, “Thank you!” before scurrying off to the next house.

As he continued down the street, Frankie met other children in costumes. There was a werewolf named Wendy, a vampire called Victor, and a ghost named Gus. They were all surprised to see a “normal” boy out on Halloween night.

“What’s your name?” asked Wendy the werewolf.

“I’m Fra- I mean, I’m Ezra,” Frankie replied, remembering he was in disguise.

The group invited Frankie to join them, and soon they were all laughing and comparing their candy hauls. Frankie was having the time of his life, feeling like he truly fit in for once.

As they approached a particularly spooky house, Victor the vampire dared Frankie to go up to the door alone. “I bet you’re too scared,” he teased.

Frankie gulped but decided to be brave. He walked up the creaky steps and knocked on the door. To his surprise, it swung open with a loud creak, revealing a dark, empty hallway.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the house, catching Frankie’s costume. To his horror, his disguise flew off, revealing his true Frankenstein appearance to his new friends.

Frankie froze, expecting his friends to run away screaming. But instead, they all gasped in delight.

“Wow! That’s the best Frankenstein costume I’ve ever seen!” exclaimed Gus the ghost.

“How did you make your skin look so green?” Wendy asked in awe.

Frankie blinked in confusion. “But… this isn’t a costume. This is what I really look like. I’m a real Frankenstein.”

There was a moment of silence before Victor burst out laughing. “That’s even cooler! You mean you get to look like this all the time?”

Frankie nodded, a smile spreading across his face as he realized his friends accepted him for who he was.

The group spent the rest of the evening trick-or-treating together, with Frankie proudly showing off his true self. As the clock neared ten, Frankie said goodbye to his new friends and hurried home, his bucket overflowing with candy and his heart full of joy.

When he reached his cottage, Mr. and Mrs. Stein were waiting on the porch. “How was your first trick-or-treating experience, Frankie?” they asked.

Frankie beamed, his bolts sparkling in the moonlight. “It was electrifying!” he exclaimed, making his parents groan at the pun. “I made new friends, and they like me for who I am!”

As Frankie snuggled into bed that night, surrounded by wrappers from the candy he’d sampled, he realized that sometimes the best treat isn’t something sweet to eat. It’s the sweetness of friendship and acceptance.

From that Halloween on, Frankie the little Frankenstein never felt the need to hide who he was again. And every year, he and his friends would go trick-or-treating together, celebrating not just Halloween, but the joy of being yourself.

The end.

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