By Jackie King
Halloween is coming and it's one
of my favorite holidays. Often I dress up as a witch to hand out candy to the
kiddies. This is one time of the year when I revert to my childhood.
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| Jackie King--Ready for Halloween |
I was about four
when my older cousins started scaring me with ghost stories. These were told in
the bright sunshine, but at night I had to creep up creaking stairs to get to
my bedroom at Grandma’s house. These monsters lurked along the way to terrify
me. I can still remember the dread and the sick empty feeling in my belly.
The Good Old Days
Grandchildren
weren’t pampered in those days, at least not by my grandma. She married at 14
so I doubt she ever had a childhood, at least not as we think of it these days.
I realize now that she wasn’t a cruel woman, just one who had endured hardships,
and in her declining years had received me on her doorstep while my mother
trained to be a teacher. She did the best she could.
The Million Mile Stairs
There was no
electricity to illuminate the steep stairs, so I was given a lighted candle and
told to blow it out after I was in bed.
But what waited at the top?
Was it the
murdered man looking for his golden arm? Would he chop off my head with his ax when
he learned I didn’t have it, as he had with two dozen other children?
And the candle
was sputtering.
Terrified of
having no light, I’d put one foot in front of the other, knowing that I had no
other choice. And finally I’d reach the landing. The soft glow of the candle
lighted only a small circle, and each
step into the blackness seemed almost certain death.
Finally, I
reached my bed, set the candle on an orange-crate used for a bedside table and
climbed in. It was summertime and hot, but I still pulled the dusty smelling bedspread
over me. After a quick puff to blow out the candle the room was black as a
witch’s hat. The counterpane (as Grandma called it) was the only protection between
me and the evil ghost. I’d lie stiff as a board until I finally fell asleep.
The next morning
when my cousins came to visit, I’d beg them for another ghost story.
