It’s raining like a m@th$r f&ck#r outside. I watch a thin coat of ice forming on the blacktop as I peek out the window, frozen rain pelting the glass. The quiet street lies in wait for an unsuspecting motorist taking the turn too quickly. I hold my breath as the neighbor’s car fishtails out of the driveway, then rights itself and continues on. The rain turns to sleet. The icy street is now primed, awaiting a potential victim. I can feel the malevolence rise out of the icy water puddling near the curb. Quickly, I step away from the window.
Halloween is in a mere two days and the quaint suburban town where I live has been decked out in orange and black since October 1st. Some houses have chosen a cute motif: friendly black cats, smiling pumpkins, benign witches happily flying on brooms. Some went for the narsty: severed body parts on the lawn, surprising dead things in the windows, dripping blood and repulsively realistic gore. This year I decided to be subtle, with only pumpkins which will turn into jack-o-lanterns on Halloween night and a hundred creepy spiders which swarmed over my front door since yesterday. Even knowing they are not real didn’t stop my skin from crawling last night, as my fumbling key searched for the lock.
Do you think setting is everything? Can the homes with the cute Halloween decorations house something evil? Is it possible that behind the door with the dangly, bloody, severed, twitching finger is a truly kind person? What about my house? What about yours?
Mwah ha ha!!!