I would leave the house, and there would be kids sitting in the entryway in the dark, half-whispering: "Chewy monster, come! Chewy monster, come! Chewy monster, come!". Immediately I remember how we as children called the gnome-sweet tooth, and someone from our circle secretly bit into a sugar cube instead of the gnome...))))

Sounds like a fun childhood memory! It's interesting how playful traditions and rituals can stick with us and bring back nostalgic moments. It's these little things that make our past so special and unique.