Last House on the Block
anorak
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a warm waterproof hip-length jacket usually with a hood, originally worn in polar regions, but now worn for any outdoor activity
2.
(informal, derogatory) a socially inept person with a hobby considered by most people to be boring
I dressed as a vampire that Halloween, wearing plastic fangs that ripped at my gums and white grease paint on my face. My little sister dressed as an M&M and had to walk at a slow jog to keep up with me. My parents told me that I had to take her. I wanted to be with my friends, but they didn’t want a little girl tagging along.
We walked for hours, totting pillow cases bulging with candy. After a few hours, most of the other kids had gone home.
“I’m tired,” My sister whined. “I want to go home.”
“Just a few more houses,” I said.
That’s when I saw the old woman. She sat in a lawn chair in her front yard, a bowl of candy in her lap. She didn’t move as we walked toward her. I assumed she was waiting until we reached for the candy to try and startle us. It was a trick I’d seen other adults play. It wasn’t until we were close enough to touch her that I noticed the flies crawling along her eyelids, and the twisted, rictus grin on her face.
“Trick or treat,” My sister said.
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Emmyful
Eeeek! So creepy.
And I had someone in my neighborhood growing up who would sit there and jump out when someone reached for candy. I think he was the cause of many of my anxiety issues. Hehe.
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Anorak
Thanks Emmyful! I figured, we're getting into the Halloween season, so writing about spooks, haints, and other things disquieting was probably in order.
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Anorak
A fun post script about this story: A couple of the details were culled from my real life. There was an old woman who lived down the street and would sit out front of her house with a bowl of candy and then jump whenever someone reached for it.