We tricked this guy. You know - as in "trick-or-treat." At the time, he seemed a little stunned but none the worse for wear. He half-heartedly asked us for the candy back, and we kind of laughed and tried out one of our slogans: "We're putting the 'trick' back in 'trick-or-treat!'" and "You just got tricked!"
Three houses later, we realized he was following us down the street. We asked him why he would do such a thing. He told us we should be ashamed of ourselves; that we were stealing candy from children; that we should get the f*** off his street. We defended ourselves, citing an apparent (and real) lack of children on the street; the fact that we are clearly young at heart, otherwise why would we be trick-or-treating?; and that he should stop following us. "It's a free country, I can follow you if I want!" he retorted. "If it's a free country, why can't we be on your street?" we asked, reasonable and calm as ever.
He continued to follow us, to verbally abuse us, to threaten us. As he grew more belligerent, we grew more concerned, ultimately leading to the following scene. (See below for a transcript, since it's hard to understand everything.)
Weirdo: Go! Move!
Matt: We are. We're calling the police.
Weirdo: Call the police! Go ahead!
Louis: Hi, uh, there's someone following us, down the street.
[Unknown source: I think they're scared.]
Louis: Uh, what street . . . this is Willow.
Weirdo: You're stealing candy from little kids.
Louis: Somerville, sorry.
Weirdo: Move. Now. Move. Get your ass out of here. Get your ass out of here now. Move. All of you. Get outta here. You ruin the whole spirit of Halloween.
Weiiiiiiiiirddddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!
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