A Halloween story from my childhood. Enjoy…
As children living in a very small town, all the kids and I were excited when Halloween would roll around. The residents in the small town were also excited to see the children come to their doors and yell, “Trick or Treat.” Everyone knew who the kids in town were, even when we were dressed like skeletons or cowboys.
I had a sister who was about 10 years older than I, and she was sometimes given the chore of taking little Mikie around town to trick or treat. If you were a 16 or 17-year-old teenager, the last thing you really wanted to do was to take your little brother trick or treating. My sister knew that the sooner she made her way around town with me, the sooner she could go and hang out with her friends. Of course, I kept hearing her say, “Hurry up” throughout the evening.
There was always something about Halloween that made me uneasy as a little kid. You would see people out walking around in the shadows, and it was a spooky night with the leaves rustling in the wind, and there were strange noises. Plus, my sister would tell me scary stories for a few days before Halloween to get me ready for Halloween night. Also, some of the folks, whose houses I visited were a little scary.
One year, I made my way around the small town knocking on doors and getting loads of candy. My sister and her friends waited on me out by the road in order to keep an eye on me and still look cool. At one of my last stops, as I was knocking on the door yelling “trick or treat,” a woman walked out of the shadows by the house. She came up next to me and in a very gruff voice said, “Give me your candy, little boy.” I shouted, “No!” Then she grabbed my bag of candy and took off running. I yelled for my sister and her friends to help me. They saw what was happening and gave chase to this mean woman who was stealing a little boy’s candy.
We chased her for a long time, and we were yelling, “Stop!” She continued running, and some of my sister’s friends were just about to catch her when she ran into a house.
It was not just any house. It was MY house. We all thought this was odd, so we went inside. My mom was sitting in the living room. My sister said, “Where did the woman go who ran into the house?” My mom asked, “What woman?” We were confused because we’d thought we’d seen her go into our house. We explained to my mom that a woman had stolen my bag of Halloween candy and that we were sure she had run into our house. My mom said, “That’s too bad that Mike won’t have any candy to eat.”
All of a sudden from the bedroom we heard my dad say, “What’s going on out there?” In excited voices, we all started talking over one another telling him the story. He came out of the bedroom, and we were speechless. There was my dad, with a wig and a dress on, laughing. He had played a Halloween prank on all of us.