Author : Jennifer C. Brown aka Laieanna
Mary passed the townâ€™s graveyard, her eye on the mobile facility parked in an empty lot. The line trailing out from the small trailer door was already thirty deep, but a rush of people was only a few steps behind her.
Linda turned to give Mary a big smile after Aaron had nodded to her approaching. â€œMary, you came early!â€
â€œYeah, I figured Iâ€™d get a jump on the line this year.â€
â€œUnderstandable. I think the older we get the less this holds our interest. Canâ€™t stand on these feeble legs as long as the young ones.â€ She laughed at her own apparent joke that Mary didnâ€™t get.
Aaron leaned forward and gave Mary a wave, â€œHey Mary. Did you decide on something this year or are you going with of the usuals?â€
â€œThe usual, I guess. Maybe a vampire or witch.â€
Aaron nodded again. â€œDon and I have a bet going. Heâ€™s going to be a werewolf, and Iâ€™ll be a hunter. The money is all ready to be wired to the winner in two days. I canâ€™t wait till I take him down and his hard earned cash will be paying for my spot,â€ he jabbed a thumb towards the graveyard, â€œwhich I hope not to use for years to come.â€
â€œYou should already have one prepaid,â€ Linda huffed. â€œYou guys are boring. Iâ€™m going for something different, likeâ€¦â€
â€œYou wonâ€™t believe what Johnny said to me,â€ Stacy interrupted, panting as she jogged up to her friends, cutting the line. â€œSays he read in a book that Halloween used to be for kids.â€ The group stared incredulously. â€œSeriously! Said kids would dress up and go from house to house asking for candy. He wanted to go out tonight.â€
Linda crossed her arms. â€œI would never let my child out on Halloween. With all the freaks running around, the last thing you want is a child outside a safe zone.â€
Confused, Mary shook her head slightly. â€œWhy would they need to ask strangers for candy? We give them tons of candy on Halloween. Itâ€™s traditional.â€
â€œBesides, no one is at home on Halloween. And thereâ€™s no way the guards will open a safe zone during the holiday,â€ said Aaron.
â€œI know,â€ Stacy sighed. â€œI tried to make him understand that Halloween was for adults, that he had to wait till he was eighteen. He cried, saying we were doing it all wrong. I canâ€™t get him to understand that itâ€™s not safe.â€
Three kids, just barely legal for the holiday, walked passed the group, chatting about the demons and psycho killers they were going to be that year while rubbing the spot a needle had penetrated in their arm. The change was already showing on their bare skin and one girl squealed in excitement when she looked at it.
â€œFirst timers,â€ Linda snorted.
â€œTheyâ€™ll be dead before midnight,â€ Aaron said.
â€œSo what are you turning in to this year, Linda?â€ Mary asked, remembering she had been cut off earlier.
Stacy laughed, â€œOh geez, youâ€™ll be mauled by any number of people in town if youâ€™re turning in to that.â€
â€œNot really keeping to tradition,â€ Mary said.
â€œThatâ€™s where you guys are wrong.â€ Linda had a sly grin on her face. â€œIâ€™ll be a crazed princess, having been locked in a tower for years with no real contact. I even have an axe and knife at home, all sharpened and ready to take someone down. I wonâ€™t be right in the head tonight. You guys will be safer if you stay away.â€