The date was October 31, 1998 also known as the common holiday; Halloween. My mother took me trick or treating as my father was working, leaving my elder sister Ella at home handing out candies.
That year, I was dressed as a vampire slayer. I wore an all black one piece suit and black leather boots which was all accompanied by a sharp wooden stake. Need to always be ready for an attack.
“You look so cute" my mom said as she bent down to fix a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
I pouted “Mom I'm not cute. Im scary! Someone who should be feared!” I exasperated, using hand actions to further my point.
She laughed, standing up straight again. My mother was fairly young and all so beautiful. Some might compare her to a porcelain doll. “And why should they fear you Kyra?” she asked.
I grabbed my wooden stake off my hip and I struck a defensive pose. “Because I'm going to kill all the bad guys in the world and they're not going to know what hit them”
Obviously she didn’t take me seriously. Shaking her head, she reached to grab my almost full bag of candy. “Lets do a few more houses then will go home”
I nodded in agreement before heading off, looking for my next house to loot. Looking around the streets, I noticed it was getting quite late. Darkness hovered in all directions, calmly waiting for its next victim. Houses have now began to shut down, no longer accepting anymore visitors.
I was about to give up and go home, when I suddenly spotted one last house open. “There" I pointed to my mom. The house was barely standing, the side paint was pealing and the shingles on the roof were falling one by one. If the condition didn’t scare you away then the front yard might have, it was littered with trash. Some fresh, others might have been a week old or more.
However, the light above the door was on, signalling it was open for trick or treaters. Without thinking twice I bolted for the door, while my mother lagged behind.
“Come on mom!” I shouted before knocking on the old wooden door. One wrong hand motion and you would surely be left with a few splinters.
I waited patiently for the door to open, thinking about all the different candies I'll get to eat when I get home. I was definitely not going to share with Ella. If she wanted candy, then she needed to work for it.
"Hello" a sudden voice broke my thoughts. Slowly my eyes peeled off the floor and towards the speakers face. A man, not much older looking than my mom, hovered over me. He wore ripped black jeans with a matching black tee. He looked like he just finished a ride with his fellow bikers.
I shuddered, this man looked strangely farmiliar. I cautiously lifted my bag of candy up to him. “Trick or treat" I said quietly.
The man seemed to find my shyness entertainment, for he crouched in front of me and smiled. “Im afraid I just ran out of candy. But I have something better” he reached in his back pocked and pulled out a smooth black stone. “The stone of et claustra fractionis”
I looked at it in amazement. The moonlight seemed to bounce off the stone “What does it mean?” I held out my hand and took the stone. It felt smoother than it looked.
He shrugged “Good luck" he offered. “Now you better scurry off home before the nightcrawlers come out"
I raised an eyebrow “Nightcrawlers? Like vampires?”
The man chuckled “Of the sorts. They're more like seekers, they find anything or anyone their master tells them to"
I shivered with fear. “Who is their master?”
His dark eyes starred into my green ones. They almost looked black. “That’s another story child. Now off you go"
The mans aura grew dark, darker than anyones I've been around before. I hurriedly rushed back to my mom, not looking back once. Fear for the nightcrawlers would catch me.
When I caught up to my mom, I almost crashed into her. “Woah" she reached to stop me. “Are you okay?”
No I wasn't. Not at all.
