Halloween has always been a fun but frightful time for me. I absolutely love the costumes and the sugar-filled candy of the festive holiday. However, looking back at all of my memories of Halloween, I seem to have always been terrified at least once or twice throughout the night. To some, that may be because of a haunted house or scary movie. To me, it was/is because of two people: my older brothers.
Thinking back on past Halloweens, I remember one in particular that scarred me the most. I was six years old, and my brothers were sixteen and nineteen. That year, I was a ninja for Halloween. I remember going trick-or-treating with my momma and two of my friends. We had an absolute blast. I remember thinking that it had been my favorite Halloween because my brothers, and the houses that had teenagers jumping out at you as you approach the door, hadn’t scared me, yet.
My brothers, Tray and Travis, were really into the movie It that year. My momma made me stay away every time they watched it because she knew it would have me shaking in my shoes and give me nightmares. My brothers felt differently on the subject. From past Halloweens, I remembered my brothers jumping out of the bushes or putting on scary masks and peeking around corners to freak me out. This one, though, had been different. They hadn’t tried to scare me or get me into trouble. Naive me, I thought they had grown up and would finally consider me a friend, not a sister to mess with.
It was around 9:30. I had changed out of my ninja costume and looked through every piece of candy. Of course my brothers stole a couple of my favorite candies; it had become a tradition that they enjoyed. Right when I had decided to stop munching on my candy, my brothers invited me to come watch TV with them. I thought it was rare, but wasn’t about to say no.
We went upstairs and Tray turned the lights off. I was a little nervous because of my past experiences, but also excited because I felt included. My brothers sat on either side of me, sandwiching me tight in the middle. When Travis pushed the play button, I knew I wanted to leave and I probably wasn’t going to be able to. It was the movie It. My brothers threatened various things to keep me from screaming for my momma or daddy.
I was forced to watch about 45 minutes of the movie before my momma came upstairs and saw what my brothers were doing to me. They were scolded and I was told to go get ready for bed. I went to change into my PJs, brush my teeth, etc. when I decided to go downstairs to talk to my momma and thank her for the great Halloween.
After giving my goodnights and “I love you” to my parents, I wandered, back upstairs ready for bed. The lights were still out in the game room so I thought my brothers were still watching the horrifying movie.
I stepped into my room to turn off my light and stopped mid-action thinking about the terrifying clowns I had just seen in the movie. What if they were in my room? Nah, I thought to myself. So I turned off my light (night light still on though). As I crept towards my bed, I felt something grab me from underneath the bed. It was a hand with a big white glove on it. Along with the grab was a screeching laugh… a clown laugh!