Nostalgia filled the air as it was Halloween once again. This time last year Damian's life had taken a sharp twist. He had to see a therapist because no one believed his cock and bull story. He gave up on trying to convince people but he knew what he saw.
While everyone was busy trying to get the perfect costume for Halloween Damian was wondering who would be the next victim.
The dark cold winter was creeping in as the harvest period was exiting. He got his costume ready as he wanted to be 'dracula' that night. His tuxedo was just fitting, the star of David was worn prominently around his neck and his makeup was second to none.
His friends and himself were to meet at their spot and proceed from there for the big night. He was the first to arrive at the spot which was rather strange. They always kept to time? Why hadn't they arrived already? Was it some kind of stupid prank they were trying to pull up? Thirty minutes down and nothing. All he could hear were the footsteps of terrified humans. Running was a normal thing on days like this but there was something different.
Everyone was trying to get home as fast as they could. There was terror in the cold air. Damian's Halloween had been ruined as none of his friends showed up. The began trudging home paying no attention to his environment. In his head everyone was having a swell time.
His walk was long and boring till someone stumbled and fell right in front of him. It wasn't a joke. The person wasn't running for fun. He was running in…….fright.
Damian's heart skipped once he saw a man about 6ft with a serrated knife dripping with blood and the head of someone that looked familiar—the community sheriff.
"Run" was the only word the person at his feet could say. He was still very tensed and his legs didn't want to move an inch. The guy at his foot staggered up and dragged him along as he fled from the villian.
Was that some kind of prank? Did that man really behead the sheriff? Was it all an act? If it was an act, they had really got him, he thought.
They parted ways as Damian ran home: his family was at stake.
As he arrived home, everyone looked very much chill and peaceful.
"Damian, you're back already? Hope you had fun" His mom asked.
Fun? He had no such thing. He couldn't find the right words to mumble out. Why did they look so indifferent about the whole incident?.
"Mutter, Vater, da draußen ist ein Mann, der gerade unseren Sheriff geköpft hat!" He said in German as that was the only language he could speak fluently when hyper.
"Hunny, what do you mean by —there's a man out there who beheaded our sheriff? You really should be careful about the things you say. Go upstairs and freshen up. Dinner would be served in twenty minutes" his mother responded.
This couldn't be right. He had seen people running in terror. He opened his house door and took a look outside, everyone seemed okay. Impossible! Just a few minutes ago everyone was……running!
He went upstairs and freshened up. Took dinner and was tucked into bed by his parents.
The next day, he saw the sheriff on his way to school, hail and hearty?! His head was placed perfectly on his neck?! What?
He kept telling his mother what he saw the previous night. His mother felt he needed to see a therapist and so he did. He felt there was no need for that because he knew what he saw that night, all he needed to do was to find the guy who stumbled on his feet.
His search was in vain as he never saw such a person again. Something was off and he knew it. Halloween became a constant nightmare to him, year after year he kept hallucinating.
Halloween ultimately became 'world Damian hallucinating day' . Different events played every time and he had no control over it. It seemed like he was seeing into the future and the future sure seemed very tragic.
With love, wongi ✨
