hallowed night story

cahokia st.louis

It was 1986 and halloween night was in full swing. i was sitting on the porch of west 2nd street over looking elm street through silohouette trees. Sweet toffee candy and burning wood would waft through your nasal cavity like it was the sweetest thing you have ever smelled. The tinkling of wind chimes in the distance made the night even more beautiful dam you could smell hallowed wonder it in the air that year



i guess i intreaged all who stumbled across me with my painted up face that night, so as as i dragged on my cigarrette and watched the smoke make spirit like creatures dance in the black night,a small group gathered around me. four in total .
A chubby kid with a lisp, dressed in the lamest Vampire costume i have se

en.
Lame Vampire was first to speak to me'' is that a mask'' he said in a whIny and enthusiastic voice. i replied, ''no i don't do masks ,too many people where them everyday'' i saw there little puzzled looks swipe across their faces.next
to speak was ''trash bag cat'' a scrawny looking girl about Eight or Nine in
a garbage bag , yes literally in a garbage bag ,with holes cut in it with her arms popping out. she had
wonky cat ears and shitty drawn whiskers upon her face.
trash bag cat spoke
''you're not from here ,i know everybody, my family knows everybody in this town and i don 't know you.who are you ''who are you'', i looked at her and thought , inquisitive albeit annoying.but my face didn't show the emotion towards her.

in my hand was a large wooden brush and i raised my arm up,i leaned in near to her and whispered ''i am a chimney sweeper back from dead.' three little voices chuckled ,except trash cat.''well no silly, i. who are you really?i replied i am not the silly one and im just a figment of your imagination, then she pinched my thick coat. '' no! where did you come from''.in her snotty ,shrill voice .i replied huskily 'i am from where all of you are from ''i come from between my mothers legs just like you all do.
without blinking shocked creatures with screams ran off in to the night.
i screamed out '' don't you want your candy'' as i grabbed a handful out of a sack beside me and threw it as hard as i could down in to the pumpkin lit lawn. A sly wry smile crept upon my face as i dragged on the last of my cigarette.

you know i must of seen at least 50 vampires ,witches and
walking pumkins that night. and well it was time for me to leave that abandoned house porch and leave hallows eve to fizzle out.

time was ticking and i had to get back to the R.V before mother returned from casino night. had to dye my hair back to coca brown ,lay my school uniform out,and find my thick rimmed glasses in the mess

my name is Shelleylynn Withrow i was 14 at the time from cahokia st. louis , i loved Halloween its the only time i
could really be myself , every other day came with strict rules and social values moving along with the sheep in
the masses ,trying to keep up apperanceces in the daily race, even if you kept up with them , you wouldn't quite
fit in somehow.some one somewhere would always curse your way of thinking just because they don't like what they see.