Hallowe’en House
It was Hallowe’en night and the weather reminded of
that night forty years ago when Bobby Winters had invited me to a secret
Hallowe’en dance. Sixteen and beyond excited that my crush had asked me. I had
dressed carefully as a wraith, a silk white floor length dress covered by a
white torn sheet and a silk white scarf covering my head. I remembered how
Bobby had looked in his pirate suit.
I stepped across the threshold of the old house and
in my mind I shivered. It was older and more decrepit then I remembered. I
heard the front floorboards creak, waiting as I had every Hallowe’en night for
Bobby to come and join me. Tonight Bobby answered my invitation.
Bobby came closer wielding a flashlight, I heard him
gasp. I pulled my silk scarf closer to my head.
“You said you
deserve to be paid and then you and your friends lured me, raped me and killed
me,” I uttered as I reached in and grabbed Bobby’s still beating heart.
Bobby’s body was found by some children a few days
later. The town talked about pulling the old house down but nothing has been
done… yet. There have been mysteriously deaths in the old house, a rash of
heart attacks the coroner claims. People are afraid of the house, but they need
not be; there’s only one person left that need fear the Hallowe’en house, all
the rest of my murderers are dead.
Happy
Hallowe’en!!
©Sheilagh Lee October 21, 2016
