"You got me again! How can I make it up?" You tell them, with series of pitiful laughs... "I would believe it if you said you guys were a pair of mind readers", you try to complement, to try to make them feel better.
"Mark, empty flattery will get you no where." Samantha tells you, looking like she was disappointed.
"Yeh, that's right Mark, we ain't very impressed about this." Esther adds. "I mean, we thought you were different from all those other boys that we had to deal with. But I guess you proved us wrong..."
"Huh? Did... Did you just read my mind, Sam?" you ask, in disbelief.
"Wasn't it obvious?" Samantha tells you, clearly looking pissed off.
"Uhh... This is pretty Freaky stuff..." You tell them.
"Not as much as what we are going to do with you, it isn't Mark." Esther tells you as she bends over and taps you on your chest.
You are still psyched out about how they read your mind, and try to think of an excuse to make them go home... "Umm, well, it's getting late, so you guys better head to next home, or you might not be able to do any more trick or treating." you tell them.
"Mark, Mark, Mark, don't you see? You still haven't "Treat"ed us, meaning you automatically choose "Trick". Esther says as she waves her point finger at you.
"I'm not getting what you are trying to say Esther" you ask.
"You know what Mark, you won't need to understand what she was saying, because from this day on forward, we will own you. And, slaves don't need to be perfect at communicating, as long as they do their job." Sam whispers in your ear.
You try to ask if they are feeling ill, but you then notice that it is you, who are feeling ill, in all parts of the body, from head to toe... While Sam was whispering, Esther casted one of her spell, that is going to...