I hate this day and everything about it. People are acting crazy and stupid and kids are screaming everywhere in the streets.
It's all about consuming and consuming, everyone's got to buy tons of candies.
And then, it's okay for you to tell your children to go knock on strangers doors so they can give them candies! I mean, come on!
Anyway, it's been a normal day (which means watching Netflix for hours) until my friend Marianne decides to show up at my door, dressed as Captain Marvel.
"You are such a nerd." I say looking at her with a smirk. She rolls her eyes playfully with a happy smile.
"Why aren't you in a costume?" She asks, obviously disappointed by my pyjamas.
"I'm not going out." I answer. She starts yelling at me, telling me we have to go out, that this is a H-O-L-I-D-A-Y and we can't miss it. I don't want her to be mad at me or anything so I say: "Fine. But I'm not wearing any costume."
She shrugs as I go in my room to put a jean and a T-shirt.
We are wandering in the neighbourhood, talking and laughing, when suddenly I notice something strange at the end of the road.
"Hey, look!" I say to Marianne, pointing a dark figure standing at a few meters away from us. She didn't notice it at first, as a matter of fact, no kids around seem to have notice him.
"He looks weird, right?" I say to my friend. She grabs my arm instantly and makes me turn away. After a few minutes, I decide to break the silence.
"What was that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you freak out all of a sudden?"
She shrugs, looking a bit annoyed.
"I hate clowns! You know I hate them."
I sigh. I barely noticed his costume, I was only surprised by the way he was standing there, without moving, looking at us like a total psychopath or something.
"I know. Don't worry, I'll protect you." I say with a wink.
"Ha ha, very funny." She responds sarcastically.
We both laugh while heading towards a house to gather some candies.
"It's late, we should go home now." I say, repressing a yawn. She agrees and we walk back to my house. We reach the corner of my street, only lit by a single lamppost. Marianne stops abruptly.
I frown, looking at her.
She doesn't talk, she only opens wild scary eyes, staring right in front of her. She tries to mumble something but she's too afraid to talk. I turn to look in the same direction as her.
That's when I notice it. The clown. The huge dark figure we saw a little earlier.
At first, his face was obscured by the dim, but then he shuffled forwards and the feeble light of the lamppost was enough to illuminate his features.
That yellowish hue made him very pale, even if it was clear that he was wearing thick white make-up.
Each eye was in the centre of a black cross, his mouth was huge and garish red, his hair bubble-gum pink and curly.
Although he had the face of a clown, his clothing were nothing like the stereotypes in children 's literature. I'd give him a good grade for originality.
He was wearing combat trousers and hobnail boots, topped with a green all-weather jacket. He was holding something in his hands. I stopped breathing when I noticed it was an axe.
He was there, underneath the lamppost, looking at us.
I take Marianne's hand in mine. She's shaking so I judge better to say something to reassure her.
"It's okay, it's just some jerk trying to scare us."
She nods but doesn't seem convinced. I squeeze her hand a little tighter, trying to make her feel safe.
"Hey asshole! Leave us alone ok?" I yell, trying to look confident.
Marianne doesn't let go of my hand. We have to get to the other end of the street to reach my house, we don't really have an other choice but to pass alongside the clown.
I sigh. I'm tired and I really want to go to bed.
"He's not going to do anything!"
"How do you know? He's maybe a pervert or something!"
I look where the clown is standing. He didn't move an inch. He's still looking at us though, his head slightly bent forward. I must admit I was getting a bit more scared every second.
"What do you want to do?" I ask Marianne.
"We should go back. We can go to my house."
I nod in agreement and we walk away. I turn to look at the clown. As we made a few steps backwards, the clown advanced towards us as well. When we stop, he stopped.
"Oh my god, he's following us!" Marianne whispers to me. My breath starts to get heavy. I sense my entire body straighten up with fear. Marianne is almost crying.
"What do we do?" She asks with a broken voice, not letting go of my hand. In fact, she's gripping my entire arm. I take a deep breath, trying to look brave. I can't let this creep hurt her.
No way. I take her by the shoulders and plunge my eyes in hers.
"When I say run, you run."
I take her hand and hold it strongly. We look at the clown one last time. He doesn't move.
"Ready?" I say.
We turn back and run as fast as we could. We reach the corner of the street, we passed the school and my dad's shop. I still feel Marianne's hand in mine.
We reach her porch, she opens the door quickly and we close it behind us.
Out of breath, we both cough, trying to catch our breath. Then I look at her.
She looks at me and starts to laugh. I join her.
"Gosh, I was so scared!"
"Yeah, me too."
We laugh again for a few minutes. Then I look at her, her hair messy, looking like a real Carol Danvers.
"Happy Halloween honey!" I say to her with a smile. I thought that this holiday didn't suck that much after all.