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Two Tales of Halloween Night Fun and Adventure

Cheryl enjoys sharing stories from her past with her readers. They sometimes clash with her current views, but they are still part of her.

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The costume choice

My daughter was probably about five or six years old when this particular Halloween adventure took place. My mother had taken it upon herself to purchase Halloween costumes for her two grandchildren that year. I cannot recall what she got for my son, but for my daughter, she purchased a witches outfit. At this particular time, my husband and I had fond memories of our own Halloween experiences and saw the day as nothing more than children having spooky good fun. We have learned some things along the way, but it in no way changes the incidents in our past.

On this October 31st, Kiesha was decked out in black stretch pants and a black shirt. Her grandmother had purchased her a black witches hat, and a cape. She was also carrying an old broom along with her bag for goodies. She and her older brother were trick or treating with neighborhood children, while I stood in the doorway watching. My husband was at work and our youngest son was in the living room behind me in his playpen.

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She flies without her broomstick

At that particular time, Kiesha was truly afraid of dogs. She had never been bitten, but still did not enjoy the animals being around. I watched the group of five or six children walking down the street, as I gave out candy to other groups who were coming and going. My son and daughter and their group crossed the street just as it began getting dark. It was hard to see them, except for the street lamps and front porch lights. The homes on that side of the street were all on a hillside while those our side of the street were on flat land. When the children were at the next to the last house walking back towards my direction I heard a dog bark. I knew my daughter was with her brother so did not think much of it.

Suddenly, in the dark, I could make out the outline of what looked like something flapping in the wind. I heard laughter and looked a little closer and realized it was Kiesha. She had begun running when she heard the dog bark. She had crossed at least three yards, and in the dark, it looked as if she were flying. I could see her hat bobbing and her cape blowing as she ran. Because she was on a hillside and it was dark, it appeared as if her feet were not touching the ground. She finally came down the hill, crossed the street and returned home. Her brother and two friends were right behind her. She was out of breath and a little startled, but years later we still tease her. We remind her of the night she looked just like a witch who had taken flight, only without her broomstick. We all laugh about it now, but that night it was anything but funny for my daughter.

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When Dracula attacked

When I was a little girl we lived in what we later referred to as "the old house" until the summer I turned ten. This Halloween adventure would have taken place when I was about seven or eight. Some of my cousins and other neighborhood children had gathered at my house before going out to trick or treat. We all had bags to place out goodies in and everyone had on a costume, be it homemade or store-bought. There were about eight or nine of us and when everyone was ready we began to exit out the back door. We probably had taken no more than five or six steps through the yard when we heard a growl. We looked up and saw a tall figure dressed in black, jump down at us from the rocks on the side of the hill in our back yard.

We ran screaming in every direction and when we calmed down we heard historical laughter The ghoul who attacked us was a young man we referred to as "Brother" Hoosier. He was probably 12 or 13 at the time and his real name was Albert Lewis Hoosier Jr. He and his eight siblings lived a few houses away from my home. Brother had on a cae and a Dracula mask and he really scared us. I do believe this was 1966 when I was eight years old, because after trick or treats I watched It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown for the first time. Brother Hoosier died about 10 years ago of cancer. I am thankful to have this fun memory of him.

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The moral of my Halloween tales

In later years, I became more familiar with scripture and realized that the only spirit or ghost that believers in Christ are to associate with is the Holy Spirit/Holy Ghost. I understand now based on Mark chapter 16 that as a Christian I am supposed to have power over evil and to cast it out, rather than embrace it. I have listened to former witches and Satanists tell their tales of Halloween sacrifices of humans and animals. I knew none of this in my growing up and during the early years of my children's lives.

I respect the rights of everyone to celebrate Halloween or not based on their own beliefs about the day. I understand that some Christians would say that even though my stories seem innocent, I am glorifying a dark night by sharing them. To that I say, the stories from my past that I share will not encourage and neither will they discourage anyone whose mind is made up to do evil on October 31 or any other date on the calendar. The moral of my Halloween tales is this. They are simply my recollections of happy times past, nothing more and nothing less. As a writer, it's my choice to share them.

Times have changed and life is no longer so innocent. Children can not simply go door to door trick or treating as they have in times past. I miss those carefree days, but my memories will always be there. If you or your loved ones do plan to participate in any activities this Halloween, I caution you to please be careful.

© 2019 Cheryl E Preston

Comments

Cheryl E Preston (author) from Roanoke on October 20, 2019:

Thank you for reading. mMsDora you are always so encouraging.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on October 19, 2019:

Cheryl, you dealt with this topic very well. I almost passed it over, but I'm glad that I read your presentation. Thank you for sharing your stories followed by your mature perspective on Halloween.

Lorna Lamon on October 16, 2019:

I enjoyed reading your stories Cheryl which reminded me of my own childhood. It's so sad that we no longer feel safe to let our children enjoy those wonderful experiences which we now look back on with fond memories.