He watched a brown leaf flutter and dance in the autumn air
on the way to the ground. The fading sun warmed Stan’s face as a cool afternoon
breeze gave a hint of the chilly night to come. Stanley felt lonely; he had
wanted to partake in the festivities. Sitting on the ancient brick wall that
lined the steps to the old courthouse he surveyed the celebration of Sleepy
Meadow’s Fall Festival from a distance.
It used to be called All Hallows Eve celebration. Back when
you could still go in the court house. Back when the old redbrick-walled and gabled
roofed building was a living part of the town that surrounded it. Now it was
just the center of a park. A place seldom used but for festivities like the Fourth
of July picnic and of course the Fall Fest.
A dozen old and knurled oaks stood throughout the park. Some
so old people said they were saplings back when old Ben flew his kite. Stan had
often wondered what sights these giants had seen over the centuries. Today they
gave the hay-bale mazes, hot dog vendors and bouncy houses shade. One grayer
and taller then the rest was named old glory. It was said to have held the
ropes around many-a-horse thief and some say even a few witches’ necks.
Stan gazed up at its skeletal-like branches reaching into
the darkening sky. While sitting there daydreaming he heard a voice that seemed
to be part of the cold autumn breeze.
“You look all dressed up with nowhere to go.”
She was beautiful but pale like a porcelain doll. Stan felt
uncomfortable since he knew what she meant. He had put his best suit on and
painted his face that of a skeleton. He did so for his love of Halloween but without
little ones or other reason, he felt too misunderstood to join the rest. She was
dressed up too. But unlike him she wore a Victorian dress and pale make-up and
did so very fittingly.
“I am going to an All Hallows Eve Party, want to go Stanley?” Her voice again was like a whisper on the wind.
“Sure!” he said excited, without a thought as to how she
knew his name.
Jumping down from the stairs he took her outreached hand
which felt cold under a satin glove.
“Are you sure I’ll be welcomed?” Stanley asked.
A breeze blew again through the old oaks; it was a bit
stronger this time and Stanley shuttered. He looked at his new companion. Up close her eyes were dark,
almost black but beautiful. She gently caressed his chin.
“Don’t be silly, come on.”
They walked while the sun set and each house began to light
there jack-o-lanterns. Glowing smiles and the smell of burning candles greeted
them as they passed. Few words were spoken; Stanley sensed his new friend was
just as charmed by the dusk as he was. A bit of hesitation crept in when he realized
where they were headed. On the outskirts of town just past the railroad tracks there
was a tree canopied dirt road that led up to the old Barton mansion.
It had belonged to one of Sleepy Meadows founding families. The
house had been abandoned for years. The old groves around it had grown wild hiding
any trace of what was at the end of the road. The house was almost all but forgotten
by town’s adults. Urban legends and dares kept its memories alive and well with
the children. Only the bravest youth or drunken teen would cross the fallen wrought
iron gate and head up the path for a glimpse. None were ever brave enough to do
so at night.
They made their way across the field to where the twisted bits
of rust that was once a gate laid half buried in soft earth. A huge hunter’s
moon hung high in the sky casting a pale blue on everything. The light penetrated the
trees just enough to make the path navigable. The smell of dust and damp rotted
wood filled the air. Stanley stopped and gently tugged her hand back. She
stopped in one of the rays of moon light and almost seemed to glow. Turning to Stanley
she got him moving again with a sweet reassuring smile and head nod.
A few minutes later the road gave way to a clearing and
there it was. A giant brick monument to decay. Three stories, each surrounded
by windows that held only shards of glass. The windows seemed to be so black
even the unhindered moonlight could not breach them or the darkness inside the
house. What bothered him more was there were no sounds coming from inside.
“Are you sure this is safe, I thought there was a party?” Stanley
said looking up at the silently ominous structure before him.
“Stanley don’t be afraid of what you don’t see, do you want
to come to our celebration?”
Before he answered she asked again with those sad but lovely
doll eyes.
He said yes.
Her smile became sinister and her blood red lips glistened as
razor sharp teeth bit into his throat. She picked his lifeless corpse up. With the dead man over her shoulder she walked up to large wooden doors. Delicately she laid him on the cold stone
floor beside one door. Standing she rapped the iron ring of the door knocker. Three
loud knocks echoed inside the house and rang like thunder throughout the clearing.
The door opened, light, laughter and music projected from
inside. She felt a boney hand
on her shoulder and looked to see Stanley standing beside her.
“Don’t run away it’s only me” Stanley said with a spectral
grin.
She smiled back and held his ghostly hand, together they went in to enjoy
the party.
Happy Halloween!
Copyright S
Williams 2013