Our neighborhood doesn’t get any Trick or Treaters anymore.
We haven’t had visits from ghosts or vampires or werewolves or mummies or a single witch for years.
Kids go to the Mall or to festivals. The houses around the Festivals get a lot of Trick or Treaters- but no the rest of us.
We all just sit around and eat candy that no one collects and we don’t even bother to carve pumpkins anymore.
On my way home from the movies, I asked Luis:
” Don’t you think it’s strange not to see a single Devil or Pirate or toilet paper streaming down from a tree or two?”
He said it did seem odd.
” I think it’s depressing. Not a single costumed monster or little kids dressed up like food or candy.”
I searched through my purse and found my mints. Mints calm me when I start to feel stressed.
” One night, one night where anyone can be anything they want and be rewarded for it. I despair for humanity.”
Luis said he saw my point.
” I love Halloween so. ” I said and then I popped another mint and rolled the window down and let the crisp night chill my bones a little.
When we got home our street was pumpkinless, decoration free, there wasn’t a ghoul or a zombie or a hippie to be seen.
” I guess that’s it for tonight. What a bust. Guess we can turn in for the evening.” I pouted.
” We could still go out, ” Luis said touching my cheek which began to grow wider as my jaw grew heavier and fine silver whisps of fur began to spread from my forehead down my throat to my widening rib cage.
” I’d stick out like a sore thumb. One night. I used to have one night o go out and be like everybody else. People suck. I hope they all get brain rot from their cellphones.”
I got out of our car and slammed the car door shut, and then I dropped to my knees and fell forward.
I let out a howl.
Then I sadly trailed up the walk to our door, dragging my tail behind me.