Become a Fan
By Maxine M Morse
Monday, October 27, 2008
Not rated by the Author.
It is a terrible night to be walking home alone on Halloween. Glooming wet and cold, the night air whispers words that are not clear. These sounds, are they voices or my own foolish mind hearing its own fears? My own self’s attempts to frighten myself and why?
Whooooooooooooooooo, the soft cry of an owl, leaves rustle on the road side. It’s only me old owl, the two of us alone in the night. This dim moon lite night, the clouds take on shapes, rolling over and over. I look up as one passes the moon and for a second an image starts to form but then drifts away. Whatever it was it surely was evil, evil, what makes evil? Thoughts, my thoughts are of evil things, thoughts that make Halloween spooky.
Thoughts of fear, things we see at the movies, classic horror perfected over hundreds of years. There is truth to everything, what is true about Halloween? I’m walking along thinking something bad is going to happen and every noise heightens my heart beat.
My senses are tuned to a razors edge and even though I am an adult, I’m alone and afraid.
I hear, I hear the clatter of horsed hoofs and see the headless horse men in my mind.
Charging down the road, the horse’s nose snorting, fire in his eyes, to loop my head off as I run. Screaming for help but no one is there to save me from him.
I hear leafs rustle in the wind and wolves are chasing me. Only my breath, my heart beat and my eyes searching for something unseen. With a mouth full of pumpkin candies and a mind full of haunting thoughts I feel the breath of Halloween on my neck. I come to a cross roads, I can go the long way, on the main lighted street or turn left, past the cemetery on the old mill road. Shall I give in to my fears, shall I test my courage, and we all know there is nothing to Halloween? I turn left and I’m greeted with a cold gust and shiver but press on. As I walk passed the cemetery my pace increases to a fast walk.
I hear something, sounds of foot steps behind me, look back, no one.
I walk on, again I look back and in the fog I see something. I am scared now; I walk faster, ever looking back, not too much further before the safety of my door?
I feel its closer, what’s closer? hmmmmmmmm.
I leap up the granite stairs, key in hand, into the door and close it behind me, back too it.
My Girl friend greats me, “oh honey you look frightened? Has Halloween gotten to you Girl”?
Naaaaaaa, was just walking fast, that kids stuff.
Whoooooo, whoooooooo, whoooooo, clatter clatter.
Or is it?
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