Excerpt
“…Already there were children and parents marching door to door. Trick-or-treat seemed to echo down the road. I skirted around them and headed for the cemetery. It was there that the ghosts would appear and talk to their loved ones. I’d read that in one of my mother’s old books about religions around the world. This wasn’t Mexico but since when did spirits stick to geography! The further I walked away from the houses the darker it got. It wasn’t long before I was the only person on the now unpaved road. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. There hadn’t been a frost yet, so the night was filled with an anemic shrill that never ceased. My resolve started to crumble when I arrived at the Oak Way Cemetery gates and found a chain wrapped around them. A large lock held the chain together, and there wasn’t enough room for me to get through. I sat down and fought back my tears. How could I talk to Nanny if I couldn’t even get in?
I sat with my back against the gate. I could feel the cold through my costume but found it comforting in a strange sort of way. This was the night for the dead, so why shouldn’t it feel like it? Deciding that I’d have to perform the ceremony outside the cemetery since I couldn’t get in, I reached into my pillowcase and took out the drawing, the apple, and the tea light candle. The matches were in my pocket (I’d stolen them from Queenie). I carefully set up my offering. This would bring my grandmother to me so we could talk before night ended. I lit the candle and prayed she would come…”