A Haunted Tale Told By The Unknown Man
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A Haunted Tale Told By The Unknown Man
Marc Tagliaferri
November 01, 2022
It has made it way around the clock of time again. I do have to say I have always enjoyed the holiday, over the years. Whether I was running the streets of Santa Monica with a group of friends or now the parent, end of it. Saturday our family walked to the mound in our town, they were passing out candy at the storefronts. There was added entertainment and things for the whole family. How cool it felt to be alive and able to feel the area and watch it transform with joy and laughter yet place my thoughts to 1830 family.
Amongst all the purple and pointy hats, I decided to wear a dollar hat in honor of family and used my cane. Truthfully, I am told to walk with it, I choose not to. Even with the pain, I am not ready. I already lost my hair and limp. It did come in handy on the walk back to our home. The whole family was all dressed up for the festivities, so why not, right? The funny thing is when we were walking around the mound I heard a whisper, who’s he? Why does his shirt say Tagalong? I was dressed as I normally would, except the cane. I do wear the hat. It made feel good in many ways. The best part of the walk was all the faces from my past and present. There was a costume contest and many laughs. Just a fun early evening in our town, very thankful they decided to put it on.
I spoke, “What’s up, man? What are you doing up here, let alone sitting next to me? Not many do, especially late in an evening.”
The man sitting there just moved his head a little and didn’t say a word. “Okay man, so what’s up bro?” I asked him.
He spoke, “Do you want to hear a Halloween story just for you, Marc?”
“You know my name? And you are?” I snipped out.
“I am someone you have known your whole life. Someone you will always know.” He said, while never making eye contact.
Again I quipped back, “What man? For real, who are you?”
He cut me off and said, “Hey, you want to hear the story or waste both of our time. Maybe you will understand, or maybe you won’t. If you do catch the story, then you can change things to come. If you don’t catch the story, well then this will all be a waste of time.”
"Do you want to hear a Halloween story just for you, Marc?"
There was a pause, and then he continued, “The story starts out west in the Los Angeles area. The scene is a white house, a normal average home. I do believe there was a fenced in yard too. The boy in the story was hanging out with his uncle that night. He was standing in the kitchen, with a room off to the right. The boy could see the blue and white, sometimes yellow colors coming out of the room and the noise of the t.v. too. The only other things he could see in the room was as old chair in the corner that had clothes thrown on it. And he could see the end of a bed with someone’s legs moving around under the blanket.
He stood there trying to understand why he was standing in the kitchen with a glass of water. It was beyond him. His mind was running, trying to place why he was there at that moment. Looking down at himself, he noticed he only had on a big tee shirt that was white with a cat, named Morris, on the front of it. He could see and feel he had no clothes on underneath the shirt. Suddenly, he heard a voice call out, “Bring me the water.” As the boy began to step towards the room and a voice he knew but couldn’t make out. He knew to move when called, though.
Walking toward the room, things began to open up. There was a man on the bed, and the boy could see his red, yellow, and white hair. The man was sitting up with his shirt off. “Come on, Marc” he yelled. As the boy went to step again and something poked his shoulder on the right side. It shocked the boy, so he turned his shoulders and head to look at what might be there. There was nothing. Turning back, he began to step again when a loud noise began to form all around him and the area of both rooms.
That was when the ceiling in the home began to fall to the floor. Paint chips, wood chunks, and pink insulation pieces were everywhere. That was not all that was failing out of the roof, so was a grown man. He was a large man with very long, puffy hair. I think he had a beard too, was hard to tell. The boy watched all this, happen before his eyes, as his uncle jumped out of the bed. He was screaming and yelling at the boy to move and get dressed. Laying there, the man who came through the ceiling began to yell and scream. One of them hit the glass out of the boy’s hands.
"Standing there is when the boy really knew he was alone and that he didn’t stand a chance in this world. He was supposed to be safe, instead he was headed back to hell."
Nothing to remember after that for the boy until he was in a police station sitting in a long chair along a wall. The walls were so white. Sitting on the bench, he could hear his mom talking to the two men dressed nice and an officer in blue. He was becoming more aware when he heard his mom say, “He will be fine, he is a tough kid.” As she spoke, her body language said she was flirting with them. He looked back to the wall until he heard her say, “No, he doesn’t have anything to say. He is a little slow. I don’t want to say it, but he is a retard. I also think he is still in shock.” She continued on with a made up a story of why the boy was in the kitchen. The boy knew it was a lie. He also knew not to speak, so he sat there in complete disbelief as he heard her say, “He has a doctor, I will call him tomorrow and take care of all of this.” After that statement, he turned his head back to the white walls to find some sort of peace.
Walking out the doors of the police station, the boy pulled away from his mom. Turning around, he looked back into the group of men and women, there were good and bad, all doing life things. Standing there is when the boy really knew he was alone and that he didn’t stand a chance in this world. He was supposed to be safe, instead he was headed back to hell. His journey had only begun. During the ride home, all he could remember was all the lights in the city as they made their way back to his hell on Earth. Where no one would hear his cries, except an Aunt and his grandma on his dad’s side. She would make him another gift to help him get through things. Its name was Tagalong. The odd yet funny thing about the aunt and the grandma was that they were best friends. The choice was simple for the young boy. Allow what was happening to him to continue, or find a way out…
Then 42 years later, the boy had found his way out and was living his new life. He was not perfect by any means. He was at peace with his past and was ready to share things with the world to hopefully help someone and himself. Then one day a text comes in to his wife’s phone. It is his uncle after all the years, all the fighting, all the lies. He wants to tell the boy (who is now a grown man) that he has money for one of the man’s kids from his late grandmother.
The thing is, the son of the man the money is for is now in prison for child molestation. The man actually helped ensure his son was locked away. There is a day of the week that is killed in the man’s soul from the mess of his son. Now the monster that kicked the party off is back. He took his mother’s fortune as everyone died. He scammed everyone in their family and bought an island to hide.
So why would he reach out except for one thing? To let his old toy know that he is still the man. Did he want a boy (now man) to feel helpless again? Was he hoping to make his soul cry again? Or did his sick demon still miss the taste of the boy? So what do you have to say about that horror story, Marc?”
There was a huge moment of silence, the air was stale. Standing up, Marc turned toward the man. He was gone. Where did he go? Looking around the mound, he found him in front of the courthouse. He was standing facing miss Sojourner Truth. I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Then he lifted his left arm and gave her the peace sign. He quickly turned his head to the right to make eye contact with me. I could see one white eye, one baby blue eye. Then he turned away and walked around towards the crosswalk.
Just as he passed the gate, another person stepped out of the bank doorway. It looked like a lady with a white shroud with purple trim. She handed the man a cane and a top hat. To which he put the hat on and began to use the cane. Everything moved so smoothly as they walked side by side down towards the east. When, again, two more ladies showed up. One walked from across the road out of a little alley, she had on red on with purple trim. The other lady was sitting in front of the bank, I just didn’t see her. She had on blue with purple trim. Both ladies formed behind the couple, who locked arms. I stood there watching, I didn’t move an inch until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head and shoulders to see what was there. When I looked back, they were gone.
Hey Uncle, I forgive you, I wish my other uncle could forgive me. Uncle, your mom (my Grandma) and your lady (my Aunt) were my other monsters, so why hate me. They used me to see other men behind your back. I was the look-out. Why did you show me naked pictures of my Aunt, sitting in lingerie? You just pulled out them out of the visor and handed them to me, why? Telling me how good she was, uncle, why would you do that? Also, why do you talk to my kids and aunt, but I am the monster. I guess it all makes sense. When this all started, all of you were adults, I was nine. Sorry, that at 50 have I found my footing. Like I said many times, what a ride. Happy Halloween everyone, especially, all my family.
"Stay blessed, stay true to yourself, and always remember, you’re never alone on this incredible journey. Wishing you an abundance of peace, love, and an overflow of good vibes until our paths cross again. Thanks for being a part of this adventure with me. Until next time, Deuces!"