Oh, Katie believed in him for sure, the Halloween Man. Him with his long skinny-spindly arms and sharp-toothed mouth and eyes sunk deep in skull sockets like softly glowing embers, charcoal red. Him with his long coat of tatters, smelling of tombstones and grave dirt. All spider-hairy he was, the Halloween Man.
“You made him up!” said Jan the first time Katie told her about him. Jan was nine, a year younger than Katie, but she could run faster and jump higher. “He isn’t real.”
“Is so,” said Katie.
“Is not.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t!”
“Is so,” said Katie.
“Is not.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t!”
William F. Nolan
1 comments:
That would give me that ole fight or flight scare for certain!
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