posted on Oct, 18 2010 @ 04:28 PM
Now let me ask you a question . . do you REALLY remember what Halloween was like when you were younger ?
I can remember feeling "compelled" to do something wild and crazy . . something to top the existing legends that
circulated through town every year about this time. The one that everyone always talked about was a prank done
to the assistant principal about fifteen years before we came along. Seems he incurred the wrath of the whole
senior class back then by keeping them after school for two hours on a Friday afternoon when their school was
playing for the Class M Soccer championship. They missed all but the last two minutes of the game, and the team
lost. At precisely 10:30 P.M. the next night, a two-alarm fire alarm woke the town up. Down at the four corners,
in the middle of town, a beautiful blue outhouse was on fire, huge flames rising above it. The little window in the
back of the outhouse, shaped liked a cresent moon, began to melt. People talked about that burning outhouse
with its cresent-moon window for years afterward. No one could figure out how it got there ! And nobody claimed
ownership . . until an order was placed at the general store for a new one . . . by that assistant principal. But
they never did solve the case, just put it down as a "Halloween" prank. Now that's wild isn't it ?
It was getting cold outside when we arrived at the high school for the party. Everything was decorated orange
and black, black and orange. A cake walk was in progress when we walked in, and the smell of freshly baked
pies and cakes and cookies and apples filled the air. Fresh cider was free with a serving of two white-powder
donuts to go with it. If you were hungry, this was the place to be. Bean-bag tosses, relay races, face-painting,
"best"-costume contests( for different age groups), dancing near the stage, basketball shooting, and my all-time
favorite, . . .apple-bobbing. Now I was always good at apple-bobbing and I didn't mind much getting my hair
wet like most of the others did. Hell, just wipe your head off with a towel and go about your business. The next
thing you know your hair is dry ! So, I entered again . . and won twice. And that's when Al Lacroix called me
a cheat !
Now I'd never cheated at apple-bobbing because I didn't have to. I thought of it as fun. There was a particular
way to catch an apple with your mouth, push it down against the side of the tub or against the bottom of the tub,
bite into it, . . and bring it on up out of the water. Yeah you got wet, but you got your apple ! So when Fat Al
called me a cheat, I just had to see if he could better my time. I challenged him in front of his girlfriend, offering
to pay the ten cents it cost to enter the contest for him, if he wasn't a scaredy-cat. He took the challenge !
When his turn came, I could see he really didn't want to get soaked, but he did want to beat me. He pushed an
apple down into the water but it got away from him before he could control it. He found a second apple and was
about to do his thing when Nick grabbed his head and held it underwater, pushing his face all the way to the
bottom ! So much for trying to be neat and tidy, . . he was drenched and a mess. And pissed ! We ran across the
gym to where the hayride was just leaving and hopped aboard , looking back to see if he was coming after us
or not. Didn't see him. So we settled down in between the hay bales and proceeded to flirt with a group of tenth
And so it started !
The feud ! The feud that would lead to payback versus payback. To unmentionable deeds. To fallacies. And
finally, to Factory Hill . . . where something so strange happened that no one wants to talk about it, unless it's in
a low whisper.