H.M. Sandlin's Ramblings

I couldn’t figure out why we were sitting here, playing with sparklers, while our parents sat behind us, drinking pumpkin juice that kids couldn’t have. All the other kids were excited. Cutting faces into the pumpkins was fun, and I was happy, but at the same time I was scared. I didn’t want to go out tomorrow dressed up as a princess. All my friends were going as werewolves, and devils. I wanted to be something scary too. Then all the bad things would be scared of me.

My parents didn’t understand why I was scared. I had snuck out of my room last week. My parents were sitting on the couch and didn’t hear me come up behind them. A man in a mask was chasing a lady with a big knife on the TV. When my mom let out a small scream, I turned and ran to my room. I hid under the covers until morning. When I asked my mom she said it was just Halloween and I had nothing to worry about. She acted like it was only a movie. Of course I don’t believe her, but why would she lie to me?