Bamboozled No More! A Halloween Story

 

I don’t have many Halloween memories. But there was that one year…

I found myself joining a group of kids meandering along sidewalks that led to walkways, then led to doorways, then up other stairways to smaller doorways, and so on. We were wandering/searching for candy to eat and hide at home from intruding adults and older siblings.

There was this one house that seemed to be waiting for us. The walkway was partially lit. The older kids walked past the house, but we younger kids pushed ahead. One of the braver kids, a tall girl rang the bell. We. Waited.

The door swung open, and Frankenstein appeared.

His formality was intimidating. We looked at this giant in kid awe.

He spoke words that I can still recall: Sorry but the Mistress is not in.

That was the day our bravery was replaced by panic and screams. There no time to collect candy. We were gone, hiding behind the over-sized hedges.

The adults laughed. Today as an adult, I can laugh too. And l learned a valuable lesson: The more scary the costume, the less candy needed!

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.

 

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