My parents wanted to take pictures. Go figure. They were acting as if I was going to the prom. I let them take just one. I figured my dad should finally have a picture of me he could proudly hang at the office.
Becky and I were eating lunch in the cafeteria later that day. Everyone looked at me like I was the new girl. Really, no one recognized me. It was fun at first, then a bit annoying. I got stares when I dressed in black. I got stares when I dressed in white. I couldn't win! Then Trevor came into the cafeteria dressed as Dracula. His hair was slicked back, and he was sporting a black cape. He had plastic fangs and red-hot lips.
He stood with Matt as he glanced all around to find me. He wanted to rub his new look in my face. Matt finally pointed to me and Trevor did a double take. He stared at me long and hard, looked me up and down. I had never seen him gaze at me like that before. It was as if he was in major Crushville, as he checked out my preppy white sweater and healthy glow. I thought for sure he'd come over and say something stupid, but instead he sat at the opposite side of the cafeteria with his back to me. He even left before I did. I was free of him! But I was wrong. I should have known our truce wouldn't last.
My little pumpkin basket was almost filled with Smarties, Snickers, Mary Janes, Jolly Ranchers, Dubble Bubble gum, and lots of other tasty treats. And most importantly--spider rings and temporary tattoos. Becky and I had walked all over town and now wondered what awaited us at the front door of the mysterious Mansion. We were saving the best house for last. Apparently so was everyone else.
There was actually a line to the front door. It was like we were at Disney World. Ghouls, punks, bums, Mickey Mouse, Fred Flintstone, and Homer Simpson were all eagerly waiting their turn. And a bunch of coiffed parents who showed up to steal a peek inside. The circus was in town, and everyone had come to look at the freaks.
"He's really creepy," a twelve-year-old Frankenstein remarked to a pint-sized werewolf as they passed us.
Nerd Boy spotted me and Becky as he walked down the driveway.
"It's well worth the wait, Raven. You'll love it! This is my sister!" he proudly said to his geekoid Batman friend, who looked at me with junior crush-boy eyes.
"Did you see any shrunken heads? Or monsters with fangs?" I asked.
"No."
"Then maybe we're wasting our time." "That old man is really freaky. He looks scary and he isn't even wearing a costume!"
I could see Nerd Boy was trying to bond with me, since this was the first time he could actually show me off to his friend. But I could also see Nerdo was expecting a verbal body slam.
"Thanks for the info."
"Thanks? Uh...yeah...of course, Sis."
"I'll see you at home, if you want to trade any candy bars."
Nerd Boy nodded willingly. He smiled and left like he had finally met his long lost sister.
Becky and I eagerly waited our turn. We were last in line, and as Charlie Brown and a witch who were in front of us stepped away with their goods, the door closed. I looked at the S-shaped knocker and wondered if it was the initial of the new owner. When I peered closer, I saw it was a serpent with emerald eyes. I rapped it gently, hoping the Gothic guy would answer. I wanted to ask him if he was the one in the road the other night, and if so, what he had been doing? Most people got their exercise at the gym, not on spooky country roads in the dead of night. But no one answered.
"Let's go," Becky suggested nervously.
"No, we waited forever for this! I'm not turning back until I get some candy. He owes us!"
"I'm tired. We've been out all night. It's probably just some creepy old guy who wants to go to bed. And I do, too."
"We can't leave now."
"I'm going home, Raven."
"I can't believe you're so chicken. C'mon, I thought we were best friends." "We are. But it's late."
"Okay, okay. I'll call you tomorrow and tell you all about Mister Creepy."
There were enough treaters walking around that I wasn't afraid for mousy Becky. She'd get home safe. But would I?
I stared at the serpent knocker and wondered what stood behind the huge wooden door. Maybe the new owner would pull me inside and hold me captive in his haunted mansion. I could only hope!
I knocked again and waited. And waited.
I knocked again. I banged and banged and banged. My hand was starting to hurt. I dashed around to the side, then I heard the locks coming unlatched and the creaky door open. I quickly ran back up the front steps. And there he was, standing before me: Creepy Man.
He was tall and skinny, his face and hands pale as snow, in sharp contrast to his dark butler's uniform. He had no hair, not like he'd lost it, but like he'd never had any, and bulging green monster eyes. He looked like he had been alive for centuries. I loved him.
"We have no more candy, miss," he said in a deep foreign accent as he peered down at me.
"Really? But you must have something. Some peanut-butter twists? A piece of toast?"
He opened the door, no further than necessary. I couldn't see anything behind him. What did the place look like inside? How had it changed since I had snuck in four years before? And who were "we," and did they look creepy, too? We could all be friends. I felt someone watching, looming, and I tried to step past the doorway.
"Who else lives here?" I asked boldly. "Do you have a son?"
"I don't have any children, miss. And I'm sorry, but we don't have a crumb left." He started to shut the door. "Wait!" I blurted out and blocked the door open with my shoe. I reached into my pumpkin basket and pulled out a Snickers and a spider ring. "I'd like to welcome you to the neighborhood. This is my favorite candy and my favorite Halloween treat. I hope you like them, too."
He almost didn't smile. But then as I placed the treats in his spidery snow-white fingers, he smiled a creaky, crackly, skinny- toothed smile. Even his bulging eyes seemed to twinkle.
"See you!" I said, dancing down the steps.
I had met the creepy man! Everyone in town could say they had gotten candy from him, but who else could say they had given him a treat?
I spun around on the front lawn and looked back at the grand Mansion. I saw a shadowy figure watching from the attic window. Was it Gothic Guy? I quickly stopped spinning and stared back, but there wasn't anyone there, just the ruffle of a dark curtain.
I had just passed through the iron gate when a ghoulish vampire in a red Camaro drove up to the curb.
"Want a ride, little girl?" Trevor asked. Matt the Farmer sat comfortably behind the wheel.
"My mother told me not to talk to strangers," I said, taking a difficult bite of a Mary Jane. I was not in the mood for a Trevor confrontation.