Michael L. Lewis “Trick ‘or’ Treat”

About the Author:

Michael L Lewis born Feb, 26 1974 raised in the beautiful Blueridge mountains of Southern West Virginia. Having grown up on cattle farms in the wide open country of Tazewell Va, he is no stranger to hard work and perseverance. Loves horseback riding, hunting and fishing. A father of five wonderful children and is currently enrolled in the Childrens Institute having the childrens Author ‘Shirley Raye Redmond’ as his tutor. Recently has a poetry book ‘Death Awaits The Ressurection’ published on Lulu.com and is also working on a Western Horror Novel as well as short stories for magazine articles.

“Trick ‘or’ Treat”

Michael Lewis

The rain had just stopped for the night as fog began to rise from the dark asphalt. I have just begun the last round of trick or treating before returning home to calculate my bounty.My Mom, and Aunt wait for me a block or so away until I finish up. I always cut down by the maple view cemetary- where a dozen or so homes reside, this is where I usually pocket some of the best candy, and a few bucks to boot. Although the cemetary freaks me out as I walk alone in the dark. I didn’t let that stop me from getting what I wanted. But this night would turn out to be quite different. As I made my way down pass the old willow trees, and directly across from a small playground built for the neighborhood. I notice a little boy about my age sitting upon the merry go round in a shadow of complete darkness. I would not have seen him had it not been for his reflective costume he was wearing. I proceed to ring the doorbell of the last house not taking my eye off of the boy who had an eerie look about him. He was just sitting there looking down to his empty halloween bag with an expression of dismay. At first I thought he must’ve been a victim of a candy robber, namely the high school bullies who think it fun to rob small children of their lute. I decide to walk over to him as it seemed that no one was answering the door here anyway. He doesn’t pay me any attention as if I’m not even visible to him. He continues looking down into the empty bag mumbling over,and over. “Trick or Treat, trick or treat.” Maybe he is lost?” I thought to myself looking around for someone to help me out. I didn’t want to just leave him here all alone. The storm returned sending bolts of lightning streaking overhead. That’s when I noticed that the boy was also bare footed, and cacked with mud. “You been walking about in the cemetary?” I ask him, but to no avail; He just kept repeating the words Trick or Treat, trick or treat. I was starting to get a little frustrated when I heard my Mom, and Aunt yelling for me. “I’ll be right back.” I tell him and go for them. Upon our return, and after I told my Mom what all was going on-the little boy was gone. In the exact spot to where he was sitting a floral reef had been placed like the ones you would find on someones grave. “How could this be?” I say to a whisper. That’s when my aunt began to tell me about a little boy who had been struck by a drunk driver and killed last halloween right in front of his home. Which upon looking at it now, I could see the (For Sale sighn)posted out front in the yard. His parents divorced, and moved out a couple months later, my aunt tells me. I began to feel lost, then scarred, and then a great sadness for the boy. I never walked by that way again as a child. Now that I am grown, and still feel sadness for the child. I go to where he sat that night and place a bag of candy for him. The park is now a row of pic-nic tables, and a few shrubs for looks. No one places a reef there anymore, and a new family has moved into the two story home. I would have never believed in ghost if I hadn’t seen it first hand, but I never would see my little friend again to this day.