Bewitched at a Halloween Party
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"But Mom! It's not fair!" I shouted, waving my arms in annoyance as I
followed Mom through the house.
"Well, life isn't always fair! I don't want to have to work the night
shift on Halloween, especially considering how many people get injured
in stupid ways on Halloween, like drunks in pirate costumes impaling
themselves on their own swords, but I have to go into work anyway!" Mom
replied as she adjusted her scrub top. "Now, I don't want Dana out trick
or treating past six, but I don't want her being left alone, so you're
to stay home with her tonight, is that clear?"
"But I wanted to go to Karl Henderson's party tonight! Everyone who's
anybody is going to be there!" I insisted.
"You'll just have to see Laurie Thompson in homeroom tomorrow," Mom
smirked as she picked up her purse.
"I-It's not just that!" I blushed in response and started to stammer a
reply.
Of course, Mom knew that I was hoping to see Laurie Thompson. She was
the prettiest girl in my class and I'd pined for her over the past three
years in high school, but was always too afraid to make a move. She was
never dating anyone, but I figured that could change at any moment, so
with senior year starting, I pledged to finally do it, and I thought the
big Halloween party would be perfect for it.
"It's the biggest party of the year! Can't you get Dana a sitter or
something?" I exclaimed.
"Unfortunately, I don't have time to sit here and call the sitters, I'm
already late as it is, if you want to try finding one, be my guest, but
I have to get to work." Mom walked over and hugged me. "And try not to
take out your anger on Dana, please."
"I won't..." I muttered.
"Dana! I'm leaving, come say goodbye!" Mom shouted.
Suddenly, Dana, my ten-year-old sister, came running down the stairs and
held her hands out as if they were claws, showing off her Halloween
costume, which was a black cat, complete with a furry black bodysuit,
cat ears and whiskers, and nose drawn on with makeup.
"Meow!" Dana shouted.
"What a ferocious cat!" Mom laughed and hugged and kissed Dana. "You be
good for Max, okay?"
"I will!" Dana said obediently.
As Mom walked out the door, I sighed and slumped down onto the couch,
taking out my phone to text my buddies the bad news.
Me: "Bad news guys, I'm on babysitting duty and have to take my sister
trick or treating. Gonna miss the party."
Darren: "The party isn't until late cant you drop her off at home and
still make it?"
Me: "Nope."
Me: "Mom wants me to stay home with her tonight. Unless any of you know
a good sitter."
Raffi: "Laaame!
Darren: "Nah not unless you count my grandma but she's in reno rn"
Raffi: "Do you want us to come over and hang with you instead? Could
throw on some scary movies."
Me: "No, don't miss the party on my account, you guys have fun."
Darren: "will do we'll say hi to Laurie for you too lol"
Blushing slightly, I turned my phone off and moved it away from my face,
not realizing that Dana had posed herself directly in front of me and in
the perfect imitation of a cat, hissed loud enough to slightly spook me.
"Ahh!" I screamed, jumping in my seat, and then blushed even harder when
I realized what had happened. "Don't do that!"
I tossed a pillow off the couch at Dana, which she immediately tossed
back at me.
"Haha! I scared you!" Dana giggled.
"I just didn't realize you were there!" I defended myself. "What do you
want, twerp?"
"Can we go trick or treating now? I see kids going around outside!" Dana
asked excitedly.
As much as I didn't want to go roaming around the neighborhood, tripping
over kids who can't see past their masks and their slow-walking parents,
I also knew that the faster I got it over with, the faster we could come
home, not that I had anything to look forward to. So, with her candy bag
in tow, Dana and I headed out into the chilly Fall afternoon, leaving
the house with just a candy bowl and a "Please Take One" sign outside
for the trick or treaters.
The first houses we hit as he headed down the block were fairly normal,
and because the neighbors knew us, it was a pretty painless situation,
and I even got some candy myself, which I quickly ate while we walked.
As we got farther from our own house, the next house we approached was
one I usually steered clear of year-round.
It was an older, gothic-style house that was clearly built before all
the other houses on the block were renovated. I always joked with Dana
that the Addams Family lived there, but the running joke around town was
that the woman who lived there was a witch. The running joke around the
schoolyard was that she also ate children. Now, I didn't really believe
that anymore, but still. Not to mention that she mostly kept to herself,
and I don't think I'd ever seen her before. I was always too scared to
approach that house on Halloween, and Darren and Raffi were even bigger
chickens than I was about it. We lost a lot of frisbees and balls to
that yard over the years... But Dana was fearless, and strolled up the
driveway, towards the house, and rang the doorbell. I joined her, just
in case, but kept looking over my shoulder to keep an escape plan ready
in case I had to grab Dana and run.
But it seems all my fears were for naught, as an older woman opened the
door, but she was only probably a little bit older than our Mom and she
was wearing a black cloak that looked very striking alongside her
vibrant red hair, with her dark red lipstick it looked like she had a
Morticia Addams thing going on. Was this woman the owner's daughter?
There was no way she could be the same woman that had been living there
since I was a kid, she didn't look nearly old enough to be the 'old
witch' that I'd heard all those rumors about! Unless... Nah, that's too
ridiculous, even for Halloween.
"Trick or treat!" Dana exclaimed, holding out her bag.
"Oh my, what an adorable little black cat. Did you lose your witch? And
what are you supposed to be?" She turned her attention to me,
scrutinizing my choice of hoodie and jeans.
"I'm the chaperone," I laughed weakly, trying hard not to make her think
I was interested in a conversation. I just wanted Dana to get her candy
so we could go.
"Max is grumpy because he can't go to a party tonight and see his
crush!" Dana giggled.
"Shut up, Dana!" I hissed.
"Oh, I think I understand, you're not really in the Halloween spirit
then?" the woman asked.
"Not really, no," I said curtly and checked my phone. Only an hour left
until I could go home and wallow in self-pity over missing that party.
"Besides, I'm too old to dress up."
"Nobody's too old to dress up," she motioned down at herself. "Besides,
dressing up and being someone else for a night can be fun!"
I was a little uncomfortable at the level of conversation. I know as
someone on the cusp of adulthood, I shouldn't be concerned about
'stranger danger' but something about this house had always unsettled
me, even if the woman at the door didn't seem threatening in the
slightest. Even so, I had a desire to keep moving.
"No offense, ma'am, but can you hurry it up? There's a bit of a line
forming," I motioned behind me, where some other kids were waiting with
their impatient parents and siblings.
"Oh, of course, enjoy! Happy Halloween!" she dropped a handful of candy
into my sister's bag, before holding out something in a nondescript pink
wrapper to me. "You're not too old for candy, surely."
"I guess not," I said, taking the candy and stuffing it into my pocket.
"Thanks."
"Thank you!" Dana smiled and started skipping down the driveway.
As I turned to walk away, she called after me. I considered ignoring her
but decided that I didn't want to be rude, considering the rumors.
"Young man! Max, was it? I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but are you by
any chance heading towards the Town Square?" she asked.
"I might be, why?" I said, after all the trick or treat route seemed to
be leading that way anyway.
"There's a donation box there, to donate costumes to those without and I
was wondering if you might drop this off for me. I was going to go
myself, but I haven't had a chance to get away. We've had a lot of trick
or treaters this year." she held out a black costume bag.
"Sure." I took the bag from her.
"Thank you so much, and if you want to keep the costume for yourself,
that's fine too." she smiled, almost knowingly, and I quickly rushed to
catch up with Dana, who had started heading down the driveway.
"What did that nice lady want?" she asked.
"Oh, she wants me to deliver this costume for her to that donation box
in the town square." I looked at the bag, completely black, with no way
to see what was inside. I can't say I wasn't curious.
"Ooh," Dana said. "I wonder what it is! Open it!"
"I can't do that, it's not my costume," I said, although it was taking
all of my strength to resist the urge.
"But maybe it's something cool for you to wear!" Dana insisted.
"I don't think so," I said.
"You're no fun..." Dana muttered but continued to walk along to the next
few houses.
As we approached yet another house, inching ever closer to the center of
town, Dana turned to me and looked up.
"I can go up to this house on my own!" Dana said.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yep!" Dana said, triumphantly and started walking up the driveway,
turning back to ensure I was there, to which I gave her a half-hearted
thumbs up.
Dana continued her walk up, and as I waited near the street, I reached
into my pocket for my phone but instead ended up finding that piece of
candy. With nothing better to do, I took it out and unwrapped it,
discovering a pink pumpkin-shaped confectionery.
"Weird color for Halloween..." I observed as I investigated the candy,
never having seen anything quite like it before.
It was soft and squishy, with a powder coating it, giving it a tentative
pinch led me to the conclusion that it was probably similar to a
marshmallow Peep, but shaped into an appropriate Fall gourd as opposed
to a Spring chick. Licking my fingers confirmed that it was indeed
coated in a sugary powder, and was likely made of pure sugar. I popped
it in my mouth and started chewing on it, the flavor being something
slightly more than sugar, perhaps some sort of fruity or bubblegum
flavoring was included, but I couldn't tell.
I turned to see Dana skipping down the driveway towards me, and because
I was looking away from the street, I only had a split second to react
to the sound of approaching bikes and adolescent shouting before I was
pelted with eggs, the kids speeding off before I could grab them to give
them a piece of my mind.
"Son of a!" I started to shout, before curtailing my exclamation because
of all the kids around.
"What happened?" Dana asked, running up to me.
"I got egged..." I replied, picking pieces of eggshells off my ruined
hoodie.
"Gross!" Dana said, then looked a bit sad. "Does that mean we have to go
home now? My bag isn't even that full yet..."
"Well..." I started.
If we headed home, by the time I'd showered and changed, it would be
past the curfew Mom set up, and we were almost towards the town square
anyway, so at least I could hand off that costume and someone somewhere
would be happy tonight.
"Just a few more blocks, okay?" I said.
"Yay!" Dana went to hug me but recoiled when she remembered the eggs.
"Thanks, Max!"
"Don't mention it," I said. "Let's keep moving."
As we kept walking, I pushed a strand of hair that had fallen onto my
face back behind my ear. Then I did it again. And again. I really have
to get a haircut soon, or at least find something to tie it back with.
Dana went up to a bunch of houses on her own, which left me to stand by
the street and keep an ever-vigilant eye out to make sure those punks
didn't return, and if they did, I'd give them a scare they'd never
forget. Looking down at my shoes, my pants seemed almost... baggy. I was
sure they fit when I put them on, but I brushed it off as being
uncomfortable in my egg-covered clothes. The egg residue had even seeped
through the hoodie and my shirt, cause I felt how itchy my chest was
getting but had to be careful scratching it so I didn't get egg gunk on
my hands.
"That last house was really great, they had full-size candy bars!" Dana
smiled as she held up the candy bar for me to see.
"Looks like we saved the best for last, huh?" I asked, a grin on my
face.
I might be bummed about missing the party, but something about her
enthusiasm for the holiday was infectious and I wasn't as annoyed as I
had been when we started. But while we'd hit every house on the way to
the Town Square, we still had one last stop to make.
"Can you see a donation box anywhere, Dana?" I asked.
"I don't see anything!" Dana replied. "Maybe we should ask a grown-up
for help!"
"Good idea," I smiled and looked around for someone who looked like they
worked for whatever local politician set up the donation program.
"Hey!" I asked one of the adults milling around the square. "Where's
that donation box?"
"The box was full, so they took it in and handed out the costumes." the
adult, an older, heavyset man said. "Did you have a donation?"
"Yeah," I held up the black costume bag.
"I don't think there's anyone left who needs a costume," he looked
around, and I followed his gaze, sure that he was right as I saw
costumed kids and adults alike wandering around. "Except you, of course.
Maybe you oughta use it. You could certainly use a change of clothes."
I smiled as I looked down at my egg-covered shirt. The man was
definitely right, although I had no idea what the costume was even
supposed to be, but I guess now was the time to find out. After having
Dana stand watch outside one the stall in one of the public bathrooms in
the nearby park, I opened the bag and pulled out what looked like a
black shirt, with some designs of purple webbing on it.
"What is this, black-suited Spider-Man?" I asked aloud.
Upon further inspection, it wasn't a shirt, but a dress of some sort,
with the lower part looking like cobwebbing that billowed out into a
skirt. It had no sleeves, what looked like a corset design on the torso
part, and
"A witch costume?" I wondered to myself.
I couldn't wear a witch costume, could I? That would be wrong! Although
I was having trouble remembering the exact reason it would be wrong.
Although it would certainly look perfect next to Dana's black cat
costume. Wasn't that the reason I chose it?
Shrugging, I stripped down to my underwear, which I thought had been a
pair of boxers, but seemed tighter and shorter, and after wiping my
torso with some toilet paper to clean any egg residue that got past my
hoodie and shirt, pulled the costume over my head. I adjusted it and
quickly slipped my sneakers back onto my feet, holding the hat
tentatively in my hands.
"This is wrong..." I muttered to myself, trying to figure out what felt
weird about it, but came up with nothing.
Sighing, I looked down at myself. Everything seemed normal, the dress
went about halfway down my thigh, the corset was thankfully just for
show, although I couldn't see much of it with my chest in the way.
Placing the hat on my head, I caught my reflection, although distorted,
in the stall door. I cringed as I continued to feel like the costume
wasn't right for me, which was weird, considering that it was a perfect
fit. What are the odds, right?
"Come on out, I wanna see the costume, what is it?" Dana asked,
interrupting my reverie.
"I'm just gonna take it off, it looks dumb!" I said, embarrassed.
"Please! I really really wanna see it! Pretty please with sugar on top?"
Dana whined.
Well, what's the harm in showing her, right? She's my sister, and it's
not like she had a phone to take a picture of me, so there was no reason
not to at least show her. If she laughed I could take it right off and
be done with it. I took a deep breath and unlocked the door to the
stall, stepping out and adjusting the hat on my head slightly.
"So, what do you think?" I asked.
"Wow!" Dana's eyes were wide. "You look..."
"Stupid?" I asked, grimacing.
"So pretty!" Dana exclaimed and rushed over to hug me.
"You think I'm... pretty?" I asked, catching a glimpse of myself in the
dingy mirror hanging on the wall.
I guess she's right, it's strange, before tonight I'd have never
considered wearing a witch costume, but there's something about it that
suits me. And it looked perfect next to Dana's black cat costume. I
smiled and thought of how well-coordinated my makeup was, with my black
lipstick and black eyeshadow perfectly accentuating the costume's black
and purple design.
"We'd better get home, it's almost your curfew!" I said, quickly
stuffing my egged clothes into the costume bag and rushing out of the
bathroom.
To Be Continued
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