It's time for our annual Halloween writing contest. You can download the rules and a copy of the story here.

It's time for our annual Halloween writing contest. You can download the rules and a copy of the story here.

And the story begins . . .

By Joe Blundo

THE COLUMBUS DISPATCH

"If you eat any more Twizzlers tonight, youíre going to turn into a Twizzler," Jonís mother said as he entered the kitchen with yet another red rope of candy hanging from his mouth.

"But, Mom, itís Beggars Night," Jon said. "Kids are supposed to eat candy then."

"Not 10 pounds of it. Thatís your last piece," his mother said.

Jon pulled the Twizzler from his mouth and studied itís spiraling form. Wouldnít it be cool, he thought, if you really could turn into a Twizzler?

He had no way of knowing it, but his friend, Jill was having the same thought, although with a different type of candy. Her mother had warned her she would turn into a Pez dispenser if she didnít stop eating so much of Pez candy.

"Iíd like that," Jill said.

Jon and Jill were both 9 and good friends. They went trick-or-treating together, returning with a huge haul of candy.

Now, banned from eating any more of it for the night, the two were on the phone with each other, talking about what fun it had been.

Both mentioned that their mothers warned them that theyíd turn into candy if they didnít stop eating it.

"I think Iím going to eat some more Pez before bedtime just to see if I can make it happen," Jill said.

When she awoke for school the next morning, Jillís head and neck felt different. To her amazement, she realized that if she pushed on the top of her skull, a piece of Pez candy would come out of her mouth.

"It happened!" she cried.

She showed her little brother, Andy, who ran to tell their mom that Jill could make candy come out of her mouth.

"Jill, are you spitting out candy for your little brother to eat?" her mom called.

"No, mom. I turned into a Pez dispenser."

"Sure you did. Come to breakfast. Youíre going to be late for school."

Jill was so excited about her new talent, she couldnít wait to tell Jon. She ate her cereal in less than a minute, grabbed her backpack, kissed her mom and ran out the door.

Down the block, she could see Jon coming. But something was different. He was dressed from head to toe in red and he looked . . . twisted, somehow. Jillís eyes widened. It happened to him, too! Heíd turned into a Twizzler.

As they walked, other friends joined them and Jon and Jill soon realized that . . .