Love Poems and Sad Stories - Halloween

Halloween - A Sad Story

Halloween
Halloween
A Graveyard
A Graveyard
Halloween Jack O Lantern
Halloween Jack O Lantern

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The young woman from (Graduation) and (The Five Dollar Gold Piece) is no longer young. After escaping from a first abusive marriage, she has remarried and has three children from her second marriage. Unfortunately, she has lost her daughter from her first marriage (The Winter Coat).

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It is 1946 and it is Halloween. We re-live the next sad story in her life through the eyes of her youngest son, Roger, who is seven years old.

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HALLOWEEN

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School was finally over for the day. Not only was it Friday, with the whole weekend to look forward to, but it was also Halloween. He hurried as fast as his short legs would carry him. It was nearly a mile from the school to his house, but the time seemed to fly by. In his hand he clutched a brown paper bag filled with suckers and Halloween candy.

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The last hour of the school day had been a Halloween party and everyone left with a bag of candy. He was anxious to show it to his older sister who was already home doing her homework.

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As he opened the door, he could see his sister sitting at the dining room table with a pile of books in front of her. Soon he would be getting lots of homework too, but not yet, because he was only in the second grade. His sister acknowledged him and quickly went back to her work.

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Since no one else was home he would have time to listen to his favorite program on the family radio. Ma had taken the bus to the nearby town to do her weekly shopping, his brother Larry Junior was still at school and his father would not be home from work for another hour or so.

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He wondered when his half brother, Gordon. would be home. Gordon was twenty-six years old and had his own car, so you never knew just when he would arrive. Just then he heard the car pull into the driveway. He was anxious to show him the candy he had gotten.

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Ten minutes passed and still his brother had not come into the house, Suddenly he heard a distinct pop and he thought he had better go outside and see what his brother was doing. As he reached the garage, he noticed that the door was closed while the car was parked outside in its normal spot.

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He was not prepared for what he saw when he opened the garage door. Gordon was sprawled out on an old wooden chair with his legs apart and a rifle pointed up at his chest. A large red patch of blood stood out in contrast to the blue of his work shirt. His eyes were closed and his head draped back over the top of the chair. Although the boy was only seven years old he immediately sensed that his brother was dead and ran back into the house to tell his sister.

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She let out a scream and quickly started making calls. The emergency number connected her to the Chief of Police who was the only law enforcement in the small village of less than a thousand people. Her next calls were to the stores where her mother normally shopped to tell her to come home at once.Shortly after that, the Chief of Police and an ambulance arrived.

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Almost in shock, the small boy paced back and forth on the front lawn. His reason told him that his brother was dead but his heart would not let go. Silently, he begged God to let him live –"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven." He continued to pace. "Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name… "

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Cars began to slow down on the highway in front of their house and finally one stopped, The driver called out "What’s going on?" The Chief of Police yelled back " Keep moving, it’s only a suicide." "Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…"

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A bus stopped in front of the house and his mother got out carrying two shopping bags full of groceries. Her face was pale as she hurried toward the house. "Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…"

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He learned later that his mother had let out a primal cry and collapsed on the couch. She said that she never should have left him alone in his condition. "Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…"

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The small boy continued to pray as he paced back and forth. The ambulance had already left but he was afraid to go inside. He couldn’t face the thought of seeing his mother crying. "Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…"

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His brother finally got home from football practice and went into the house, He really should go and tell him what happened but he couldn’t stop pacing back and forth. "Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…"

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It was starting to get cold outside. He hadn’t bothered to put on a jacket when he left the house, but he still couldn’t get up the courage to go inside. As long as he stayed outside, he thought, maybe there was still hope. "Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…"

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It was getting dark and he knew that he had to go in, but he still couldn’t face the thought of never seeing his brother again. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was a large red bloodstain on a pale blue work shirt and his brother’s face with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open sprawled out on an old wooden chair in the garage. Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…"


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Location where this true story unfolds.

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Becky Katz 5 years ago from Hereford, AZ

So sad, well written.


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rjsadowski 5 years ago Author

Thanks for your comment.


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WoodlandFae 5 years ago from Queen Creek, AZ

O my....I could not even imagine..... :’(


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Jynzly 4 years ago from Marion, Indiana, USA

Real sad...I wonder what could be the future of the boy...


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rjsadowski 4 years ago Author

I am the future of that boy.


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mizjo 4 years ago from New York City, NY

How very tragic. It must have taken you many years to get over it, or have you? You still sound very sad. But at least you have moved on even if you never forget.


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rjsadowski 4 years ago Author

You never get over it but you learn how to live with it.

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