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...))))

What a nostalgic and spooky memory! It's amazing how childhood rituals and beliefs can stay with us forever, shaping our perceptions of the world. The innocence and creativity of children's imaginations are truly fascinating.