HALLOWEEN NIGHT
Tonight is Halloween night.
The houses around the complex where I live feel alive, as if they exist in a different world. The houses are adorned with colorful neon lights, not just plain white. If not blue, they're green or even purple. Some houses even have carved pumpkins near their mailboxes.
6:15 PM
Of course, we don't want to be left behind! My dad had the idea of filling the house with dry ice to create an eerie atmosphere. You know, the kind that emits white fog.
Our costumes are ready too. I'm dressed up as Dracula, and my dad is a fan of Michael Myers from the movies, so he's tall, wearing a mask, dressed like a janitor in black with a knife, just like in the Halloween series. He looks the part.
Meanwhile, Velma is preparing dinner for us in the kitchen located at the far end and to the right.
As a side note, our house is quite spacious. From the front door, you're greeted by the living room, separated by a slightly frosted sliding glass door. In the living room, similar to the foyer, there are some differences in the furnishings. There are three long sofas with a sturdy table and a 64-inch television mounted on the wall, accompanied by high-quality speakers.
Usually, we spend our time here chatting or watching Netflix together. The living room is like our favorite spot since it connects to the garage through a door on the right and a staircase on the left. Because we've turned it into our own private cinema, the room is carpeted.
Then there's the same frosted glass sliding door that connects to the kitchen. In the kitchen, there are three segments: the dining area, a bathroom with a toilet, and the kitchen itself. The layout is a bit odd, but we can't expect much considering the affordable price of the house. And one last note, our bedrooms are upstairs.
Going back to Velma, she used to be my middle school teacher, specifically my homeroom teacher. Since my mom passed away when I was little, my dad, who always receives my report cards, would always meet her. Well, that's love for them, What can I do? Besides, my dad fulfills my financial needs. Why wouldn't I approve of her?
Velma has transformed into a witch, or rather an enchanting witch. The original plan was for her to dress up as an old hag crazy witch, but we ran out of makeup powder, so my dad planned to go to the nearest supermarket, about 5 kilometers away. At first, Velma refused, but since we were also running low on other supplies, including dry ice, my dad quickly rushed to the garage after receiving a shopping list on a piece of paper.
The neighborhood event starts at 7:30 PM, so there's still about an hour and fifteen minutes left. Now that I've been living with my dad for a long time, plus Velma, who has been living with us for three months, I'm starting to learn about my dad's bad habits.
"Georgie, can you close all the open doors?" she asked while stirring a mixture with a whisk. It's kind of annoying because I always have to be on standby near Velma. My dad instructed me to do so because Velma, my new mom, is three months pregnant. If the baby isn't born healthy, my dad would probably use me as a punching bag for boxing.
"Yes, yes, Velma..." I replied reluctantly while propping up my Nintendo Switch. I was in the middle of my RPG game.
"Georgie! I'm your mother! Use 'Mother' at least!" Her eyebrows raised, her face tensed up, and her eyes squinted slightly towards me. She used to be like a close friend to me. Well, she often punished me for not doing my biology homework, but Velma would also treat me sometimes. We used to chat like cousins.
"Yes, yes, Wise and Kind Mother Velma..."
"No need for 'wise and kind.' Oh... just use 'yes' once!"
"Oh, so you're not kind after all?"
"Georgie!" In an instant, she raised the whisk, and I instantly realized it was a warning alarm. There's nothing scarier than a woman wielding kitchen utensils in anger, especially when she's pregnant. Pregnant women are the embodiment of queens.
I couldn't do anything but obey Queen Velma's command.
I immediately checked the connecting door between the garage and the living room. Oops! Still closed? That means my dad didn't pass through there. Then I went upstairs. Okay, it's open, I see the Myers mask on the bed too.
My dad does have a bad habit. He always forgets to close the door behind him. Well, it's strange that he never forgets to close the front door of the garage unless the car hasn't been parked yet. My dad always focuses on what he enjoys, especially cars.
"Oh, the front door! Oh no!" I thought to myself. Then I quickly went downstairs. When I arrived, it was indeed open. Just as I was about to close it from the inside, the neighbor girl called me. Well, she approached me. Even though she dressed up like a creepy doll, Chrissy is still pretty. Don't tell anyone that I have a crush on her. I chatted with her for a while as we walked around my yard.
I pressed my Nintendo Switch to check the time. Turns out, the conversation took about 20 minutes, and I suddenly realized one thing.
"Velma!"
I quickly said goodbye to Chrissy.
But just as I was back and about to close the door, my dad came with a large bag. I was surprised because the event hadn't even started yet, and he was already fully dressed as Michael Myers, from head to toe. When I asked him, he just said that it's Halloween night, so it's not strange to dress like that. Well, it sounds like something he would say.
"Do you have the candy?" my dad asked me.
"Huh? Are we running out of candy, Dad?" I asked, puzzled. If that's the case, it's a disaster. I can't just give Chrisy empty-handed, right?
My dad quickly handed me some money. "Go ahead, there's a small store two blocks away. Buy some there."
My dad quickly went inside. Well, I hurriedly set off.
Within a few steps, I noticed that the garage was open. Typical forgetful dad. If the garage is left open, mice can get in. Quite embarrassing.
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