When I was a kid Halloween wasn’t that big of a deal. We wouldn’t go trick or treating, there wasn’t a lot of choice for costumes and decorations that there is today. I remember vaguely of dressing up as a cat and possibly a clown at one point to go to a disco or something. The only Halloween story I can remember from my childhood does involve a fright and some blood though.
I’m not sure how old I was, maybe about 7 or 8. It was Halloween night, it was dark (I’m not a big fan of the dark). I was at my nana and papas who lived a few doors down from my me and my mum. At some point in the evening I was asked to go get something from our flat. There was two ways to go, out the front of the block of flats along to the entrance to our block or the back way. Going the back way was a little bit quicker as you didn’t have to walk over the grass or down to the path.
I cannot remember of what happened was on the way there or on the way back, I think it was on the way back. As I walked along the dark (pitch black) path. Two of the boys from the street jumped out at me. I got so scared I tripped over a step and cut my leg on some glass.
The silly thing is that there wasn’t anything for them to hide behind, they must have seen me and hide in the shadows. I can tell you I wasn’t a happy camper and for a while after that I hated Halloween and my birthday, it’s the day after. I hated that the eve of my birthday was on what I thought was the scariest night of the year!
Let me know a childhood Halloween story you have in the comments.
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