𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘸𝘰
It was that time of the year when I loved taking a stroll through the park. The time when the skies weren't alone as the branches of the dark trees stretched as far as they could. It was the time when everything was glossed in volcanic hues.
Leaves that were once green, now orange, red, and yellow, like the fireworks on a festive night. They tumble lightly on the sidewalks, providing a melody of footsteps.
The lake looked like a melted puddle of the Sun. It swirled and bubbled, rippling with the gust of the wind. The soil was sheltered with the fallen leaves, yet it was moist and sprouted green.
Flowers made their way up to see the world, only to be silenced with the soles of our feet. Once again, they remained to be unknown.
The sky darkened, but the mood uplifted.
Pumpkins were kept to toast in the evening light, with faces of different smiles carved on them. 𝘞𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺? I ask myself.
They were nothing more than pleasure and contempt for our eyes and mind. For 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. It was a habit, that we needed to create because unless we did so, it was not a fest of Halloween.
Cobwebs that looked leathery were placed instead of the real ones. Lanterns of burning light that lit the path for the trick or treaters were placed in every corner. The air was meant to be quiet, still, and haunted, but it was one filled with laughter and shouts of joy from children.
Running around like little fools, they were, collecting sweets which savored in their mouths. It brought a sparkle in their wide eyes, so none of the adults said much. The wind was consistent and blowing about.
The tall, dark trees from this morning had shed all their leaves and were now bare and rough.
A few screams from children echoed around the neighborhood and all the eyes turned towards it. A cat hissed at a group of kids and was chasing them. Those kids managed to get away safely, but the cat kept hissing.
It is afraid of your costumes, and thinks you are a danger, said one of the adults. They went about trick or treating again. Teenagers had dressed up for a party too but were lost because they couldn't find the house of the party. 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵? Asked I.
𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, they replied. A group of girls and boys of fifteen they were. I looked at the invitation they had given me. It was scribbled with dark ink and a rough pen.
𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐀𝐭 𝟏𝟎 𝐩𝐦, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. Interesting. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, I reassured them.
Walking around the cemented path, dancing shadows of the decoratives and the people. The night was not young anymore, the full moon had risen and was awaiting for each to switch their lights off and succumb to their sleep, so it can glow in the dark alone.
Yet, nobody did.
Perhaps because it was late, the clouds had clouded over the moon. It became quite dark, even with the lanterns everywhere.
Somebody tripped and landed with a thud on the ground, and at the same time, every lantern -𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺- 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩
It was dark now. The fear trickled through the blood and made its way to their hearts, making it pound for all. Bangs of the sagging skins of a drum and chimes of a bell sounded and pierced the air...
--- to be continued---
∣∣ 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 ∣∣