A Very Scawwy Halloween Story
It didn’t seem like such a big deal when they first moved in next door. Okay so they were different looking, but who am I to judge? And they were friendly, always with the helping hand. So I ignored what other people said and hung out with them. Exchanging stories over an occasion cup of coffee. That kind of thing.
As Halloween approached I asked them what their plans were. Jack Sr. became very excited and said, “Well, I reckon thas’ about my favorite time of the year.”
Jack Jr.’s head bobbed as he agreed with his dad. “Yeah, we all love Halloween. Trick or Treating and all that cool stuff.” John Jr.’s smile grew even bigger as he spoke.
Martha, Jack Sr.’s wife stuck her head out the back door. “My favorite time too. I cook up the best tasting Halloween vittles you ever had. You all come on by, we like to share with all our friendly neighbors.”
Looking back on that day, just a few days before Halloween night I hadn’t noticed anything untoward about the conversation. Now though … But I get ahead of myself.
For reasons that will soon be obvious, I decided that this year our family would not have any jack-o-lanterns. Although we saw them lining the porches of many of our other neighbors on the street. We were content with scarecrows and other types of Halloween decor.
On Halloween, with our children dressed in their chosen costumes, we headed down the drive to begin trick or treating. There came a blood curdling sound from one of the houses and the children jumped. My wife and I laughed thinking how realistic the sound was. We walked a few more feet and there was another scream and then another. It was spooky and very real sounding.
Looking around nervously we saw our next door neighbors approaching us carrying large trick or treat bags already filled.
“Wow, aren’t you guys the early birds,” I said smiling back at their huge smiling faces.
“Yeah!” Jack Jr. replied. “Gotta get these home to mama so she can cook up those vittles she was telling you about the other day.” He proudly reached in and pulled out the bloody severed head of one of my neighbors.
“We figure those who cut up our kin and put their heads on their porches are fair game on Halloween.” Jack Sr. said holding up another neighbor’s head. “Fairs fair after all. Well, gotta go, mama’s waiting on us. See you later for vittles, you won’t believe how great tasting everything is … especially on Halloween night!”
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Hope it was scawwy for you too!