Signs Of The Past

Chapter 12 - Memories

Peaceful. That's how I describe the hours before the trick or treat hunt starts for the children all over Haddonfield. It is always stressful as soon as they arrive. Constantly opening and closing doors, giving out candy, refilling the goods if they get empty...and trying to survive the teenager in this neighborhood, who think it's funny to throw eggs at other houses. From past Halloween experiences I can tell, that it ain't a pleasant Job to scrap down the eggshells from the window. Especially when they are spoilt. Someone might think now, that this sounds horrible and that they'd whoop their asses for that, yet for me it is somehow diffrent. Of course it ain't fun to clean up after, though those things count somehow to my favorite things about Halloween as well. Maybe it's because I used to be the same way when I was in their age. It's been 10 years since then. Still it feels like yesterday, when I first started those pranks with my former group...and how I met Anthony on the last prank I pulled...

I sigh. The cool air is lightly blowing over my skin. Oh how I adore Autumn. The colors. The weather. And most importantly, my favorite celebration, Halloween. The day my inner sweet tooth can live out any crazy fantasy it has. You see so many people running outside. Their laughter and all the variants of creatures who passes me is delightful. A smile is visible as soon as other children pass me and the excitement is written all over their faces. I believe that I could never be to old for such thing. The thought alone to miss out this day would drive me crazy.

"After the spree with the group I should definitely hunt for some Candy...", I mumble to myself deep in thoughts as I watched the children ring the doorbells from house to house. Yet before I could throw myself at all those goodies, I had a mission to accomplish. Like every year, me and my friends go to Mr.Franklins house and leave little surprises here and there for him to enjoy on the next day. You could say, that it is rather mean from us to harass and older man, yet if some would also understand how much fun it is to do such thing, they would maybe get on why we do it. Besides, last year I even volunteered to help clean up. I'm not a demon child...sometimes.

"Ayo, (Y/n)! Over here!", a voice yells over, instantly catching my attention with ease. Tony was waving his hand in the air, waiting a few blocks away from Mr. Franklin's House. I rushed over to him and the others, greeting each one of them before taking a box of spoiled eggs out of the bag.

"Alright listen up, this time it could be more troublesome. I heared that he had some visitors, though we are not sure, who is there right now." , Tony explains and grabbed some eggs as well.

"So we better be quick?", Samantha asks and tilted her head slightly.

"Why yes of course, except if you want to get caught."

"Shut up Ben, I didn't ask you!"

"You both shut up, let's get it finally over with...", I cut them off and rolled my eyes at them.

"(Y/n) is right, we should start right away!" , Tony agrees as he got up and threw the first eggs at the house of Mr.Franklin. We all got up and did the same, throwing egg after egg. It seemed almost like war. Watching all those eggs fly and land all over the place. The guys proceeded with some toilet paper, while the other half kept throwing eggs. It was going smoothly, that was until the door swung open and the grumpy old man stood at the door frame. As clumsy as I can be, I threw my last egg directly to his forehead, causing a hug splat sound to erupt. I covered my mouth from laughing as the old man reached up to his forehead to inspect the yellow slime flowing all over his skin. I never seen a person turning into a tomato, but that must have been real fury cooking inside that rather short man. His fists tighten as his body began to shake. Some of my friends covered their mouths as well, while the others just blankly starred at him. It was so hard not to laugh and I really tried to prevent myself to do so. That is until he roared in anger. That gave me the rest. My eyes got watery from holding back the laugh, but soon it busted out with no shame. The others did the same. Our laughter must been heard a mile away.

"You think it is so funny?!?! You little demon spawns! Wait till my nephew gets y'all!", Franklin screams out and pointed at each one of us.

"Anthony!!!!"

We all calmed a bit down. We knew this was our cue to run, so we did. I ran like my life was depending on it, yet it was hard because of the laughter that didn't seem to go down. The bad thing about that was the fact that this Anthony guy was right behind me and was slowly but surely catching up. I tried to confuse him, run around cars, climb over fences...yet there was no use. He eventually caught up to me and threw me to the ground. His knee was painfully pressed into my lower back as he inspected me from head to toe.

"Get off of me!", I hissed out in pain as I wiggled against his tight grip.

"Sure, but only if you clean the mess up that you've caused.", he smugly answers. Probably proud of himself that he finally caught me or sum.

"Fine, just get off!", I agreed with seeing no other way around it. The fun was ruined now anyways.

The hand suddenly pulled me up and spun me around, making me face the bitch who caught me. But as soon as I looked into his eyes, he didn't look like a bitch. Infact, he looked rather handsome. He had a huge blush covering his face as he looked at me and I am sure, that mine wasn't hidden either. We both looked away, trying to hide the embarrassing moment that we had just now. But he was braven than I was, cause he piped up a conversation yet again, even though the blush didn't disappear.

"What's your name?" , he questioned mumbling as he played with his curly hair. Probably out of nervousness.

I bit my lip as I shifted my weight from on foot to the other. "(Y/n). You?"

"Anthony..."

I smiled at that. I liked his name. And I liked him.