A while ago, when I was 14,
a peculiar incident took place on Halloween night.
My friend and I had made plans to go trick-or-treating, despite realizing that we were a bit too old for it. Nevertheless, we were determined to enjoy one last year of Halloween fun.
We lived in a beautiful neighborhood known for its spacious yards,
with approximately an acre of front yard for each house.
This meant it took us about three minutes to walk between each door.
However, what made our neighborhood special was the abundance of generous residents who handed out full-sized candy bars.
It had gained a reputation as a heaven for affluent older folks who spared no expense on Halloween treats. Consequently, it wasn't unusual for trick-or-treaters from nearby neighborhoods to join in the festivities.
After an hour of trick-or-treating, we stumbled upon a peculiar house.
It stood out from the rest, with an old white van parked in the driveway and an antiquated appearance compared to the other houses.
Nonetheless, the house was illuminated from within, adorned with small Halloween decorations.
We assumed that the occupants would be handing out candy, so we approached the front door with anticipation.
We rang the doorbell, and after a brief pause,
a middle-aged man dressed as the iconic Scream character answered the door.
Initially, my friend and I were thrilled,
as we knew that homeowners who went to such lengths with their costumes often provided special treats.
We exclaimed, "Trick or treat!" and the man silently handed us our candy, without uttering a word.
I can't recall the specific candy we received, but what happened next
remains etched in my memory.
We thanked the man and began to walk away, but to our surprise, he asked us to wait.
He claimed to have more candy for us but requested that we come inside and wait while he retrieved it.
Though it felt strange, my friend and I, being 14 and enticed by the idea of more candy, decided to oblige.
As we entered the house,
we were greeted by a wall entirely covered in Polaroid pictures of children wearing various Halloween costumes.
The man appeared, holding a camera, and explained that he enjoyed capturing images of kids every Halloween to admire their creativity.
My friend and I exchanged uneasy glances,
realizing that this situation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
I mustered the courage to lie,
telling the man that we needed to leave because our mothers were waiting for us in the car.
Although untrue, I wanted to escape the eerie atmosphere.
The man remained silent, his Scream mask concealing any visible reaction, as we hurriedly made our way back outside.
As we walked down the driveway, I couldn't resist glancing back at the front door.
To my horror, the man stood motionless, staring at us.
His presence sent shivers down my spine.
We tried to put the unsettling encounter behind us and resumed our trick-or-treating,
managing to forget about it within 30 minutes.
However, our tranquility was short-lived.
We noticed a solitary white van parked on the street ahead,
instantly bringing back memories of the van we had seen in that man's driveway.
We slowed our pace, both acknowledging the slim possibility that it could be the same vehicle.
Passing by it, we noticed the van shifting from park to drive, slowly trailing behind us.
We attempted to calm ourselves, reasoning that it might be parents driving their children from house to house,
a common sight considering the distance between each residence.
Upon reaching the next house, we discovered the van parked somewhere nearby,
but there were no children exiting it.
It had to be the same man from earlier.
Panic set in as we wondered what to do next.
With only a 10-minute walk remaining to my house, I suggested making a run for it.
My friend agreed, and as we sprinted away, the van gave chase.
Realizing we couldn't outrun the vehicle on the road, we made a split-second decision.
We leaped over a fence and cut through a field that led directly to my backyard.
Upon reaching the safety of my house, we rushed inside and locked all the doors,
relieved that we had eluded our pursuer.
That night remains etched in my memory as the most disturbing encounter I have ever experienced.
It served as a stark reminder that I had reached the age where trick-or-treating was no longer safe or enjoyable. From that point onward,
I vowed never to partake in the Halloween tradition
again.
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