Halloween Fun

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I suppose most of you, if you are anything like me, are getting ready for Halloween. It’s one of my favorite holidays. How about you? 

 

My kids are all grown with children of their own, yet we still put on the annual Halloween party each year. We have a feast of yummy food, hot chocolate, games, and the parents take their children trick or treating. We dress up in costumes which is my favorite part. Do you still dress up? If you don’t, you should. It’s fun and you can be whatever you want to be. Plus, the children get a real kick out of it!

 

   

We love Halloween so much that my son and I wrote a short spookish story for you to enjoy if you dare:

 

Shy sat down her book even though it was one of her favorites she couldn’t concentrate on it tonight. Roman was on her mind and the fact they’d be late for the masquerade party if he didn’t arrive soon. 

 

He should have come home by now. Where is he? What’s taking him so long was the question laying heavy on her mind. To be truthful, she had noticed him acting different the last few days and wondered if the reason for his tardiness had anything to do with it?

 

Her chair scraped the floor as she stood up moving to the wood barrel. Shy lifted out a medium sized chunk of alder wood, and then added it to her dwindling fire. She strolled to the window as she had done many times tonight hoping to see Roman trotting down the trail. 

 

It was getting quite dark; the bright full moon is all she could see. The wind was fierce. Tree limbs thrashing together making sharp whipping sounds. She heard the coyotes howling not too far off in the distance. She trembled. 

 

Something was wrong. Roman is never late. Suddenly the rain came pounding down on the roof and she heard the thunder like dynamite blowing out the side of a mountain, surrounding her cabin. Lightning struck a tree and it sounded like it was the old pine tree right next to her home. 

 

“Sweet Jesus!” She shrieked, as the tree broke through the roof crashing down onto her house. The tree’s trunk punched straight through the wall. Falling backwards, Shy had just managed to evade it. 

 

Unfortunately, the fireplace wasn’t so lucky. Nor was her house. The fire spread rapidly, igniting the debris left from the wide gaping hole that was supposed to be her wall.

 

Shy ran to the Lean to and grabbed a couple of buckets then hurried outside to the well. She filled the buckets and ran back inside. She threw the water on the fire and then sped back outside for more water. She followed the same routine several times before coming to the realization that she might not get the fire out by herself. 

 

The howling was getting closer so she stopped to get her rifle, coat, and boots thinking she would have to sleep in the barn tonight, and she’d probably need the protection. Especially if her husband did not make it home tonight. Then she continued to the well still wondering where her husband was. 

 

She prayed, “Heavenly father please let Roman be safe, and bring him here soon.  I don’t think I can put out this fire by myself. Please help me save our home, in Jesus’ name I pray, amen.”

 

Suddenly as if on que the rain grew stronger, heavier, and before she knew it it was raining cats and dogs. The rain poured from the sky until the last embers were out and then stopped as fast as it had started. She breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the good lord for his help.

 

Shy, knew she wasn’t out of hot water yet, though. Part of her living courtiers was wide open to the world full of smoke and the howls were inching closer. Terrified

though she was she managed her escape towards the barn. Taking one last glimpse at her decimated house she ducked inside. 

 

Shy pulled the side barn door shut with a slam; then locked it. The young wife made her way to the ladder on the other side of the room. Once elevated, she could see outside from a small platform on the second floor that was meant to be hay storage. 

 

“Where in the hell is, he?” She questioned in her heavy western dialect, scanning the landscape outside for any indication of life. 

 

Just as she was doing this something caught her eye. Back behind her house off against the tree line a massive shadow was silhouetted by the lights of her house if only for moment. 

 

The lights of the remaining candles luminating her home began flickering and finally died out altogether. The figure was gone in seconds with the illumination. Shy, unsure of what she had just viewed inched her way towards the side of the platform peering once again into the dark. 

 

That’s when she heard the noises. Like claws ripping deeply into scattered lumber. A jar fell and crashed with a loud Bang, causing Shy to yelp in surprise. Was it just the wind? She hadn’t the slightest idea. But she wasn’t just gonna sit 

around here all night to find out. She was going to investigate.  

 

Shy checked the chamber of her weapon. Living out on the frontier required that she must always be prepared to protect herself, and tonight was no different. Her weapon was fully loaded, and with her husband gone, she needed all the help she could get. 

 

Descending the ladder Shy fumbled through the darkness below. Her fingers reached out and felt across a shelf she was familiar with. Finally, she found the lantern they’d always kept in the barn and ignited the flame. Shy saw out across the distance separating her from the house. There stood a massive creature. She wasn’t sure if he was man or beast. Long hair seemed to cover most of its body and head. Big sharp teeth. Muscles upon muscles and his clothes were ripped as if he had grown out of them rapidly. 

 

He moved toward her slowly, carefully as if not to frighten her. With each movement he seemed to shrink. Even his face. Suddenly she noticed he looked familiar. The clothes he was wearing were Roman’s. The realization hit her hard. My husband is a Werewolf! BooYah

Thanks’ for taking a few moments out of your valuable time to read. Happy Halloween! Be safe.

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