Halloween is here.....

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. 

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.

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.