It was on the Halloween eve

The story of my death

My name is Boody. Actually I am a spirit. But I cannot get into the way that I am a spirit or a ghost.  By the way what’s the difference? Hmm, I don’t know, I think that there is no difference.   In both cases I am nothing, just a shadow of memories. But it’s not so important, because my aim is to tell you a story of my death and if it is interesting for you it was on the Halloween eve. Yes on the Halloween eve.

This night I was walking along. The reason was that I didn’t have any Halloween’s costume. You know everyone should have it, because according to legend it will protect you from evil and so forth.  But it was not my case. My mom thought that all this preparations were a kind of rubbish and she never believed sincerely in ghosts, witches or other vermin. So, at that day I didn’t have costume or mask or even bag for sweets. This day was the same as a hundreds of days in my short life, while all my friends with bright and funny costumes knocked at people’s doors for candy and they gave them what they want.

I was up sad and went into the park. There were no people at all; it was very strange because at such day it was really impossible.  But I was wrong. There, in a bench, was sitting an old lady.  She was very strange and it seemed to me that she was waiting for me. Yes, she was waiting, because she stared at me and pointed her bony finger at me and waved to me. I came up to her. I greeted her with the brilliant smile, but it was unnatural and I knew it.  There was no answer or reaction. But suddenly she turned round and asked:

- You are so sad, are you unhappy?

- Yes, because I don’t have any costume, everybody have a lot of fund, and costumes….

I didn’t finish and she asked again:

- is it your wish to have a costume?

- Yes, I answered

- Ok, Let it be, and she disappeared 

         I was sitting in a bench alone. It was cold. I felt anxiety. The wind rustled the leaves and something was behind me. I felt it but I was afraid to turn out and suddenly something slime began strangles me. My heart pounded even so fast, as fear trickled down my spine and I saw like the moon casted shadows on the corners and trees. I heard scrunches and howls, giggles and screams and then……silence. There was Nothing, there was just the feeling of comfort and calm. After that I opened my eyes. Everything was normal and even usual; nothing was change, except me. I was lying on the asphalt with open and scared eyes and at that moment I understood that it was the end of my life just one more game over of one more looser.  But for my luck I was wrong, it was just the beginning, beginning of my spiritual life, better life. Was this wish terrible or not, I don’t know. Because now I have another life and another problems and the best costume in the world, real costume. An every year I knocked at peoples doors for candy and they gave me what I want. Should I stop it or not? It is a rhetorical question, but it is my story and it is my way.