Halloween is an ever-changing holiday, but one thing that has always been true is that it’s a night of tricks and treats, a night of ghouls and goblins, a night when the abnormal becomes normal. In ancient times it was also believed that it was on Halloween night that the forces of magic were mighty, as you were about to find out.
At three thirty, you were lying on your bed while your best friends Julie and Sara were texting you pictures while they got ready for the Halloween party they were going to. You were looking with envy at a photo of Julie putting on the wings for her ‘sexy fairy’ costume when suddenly a pair of tin,y arms jumped onto your back, making you jump.
“Boo!” A familiar, mischievous voice declared. Your little sister started giggling as she lay on your bed with her Maryjane shoes, black leggings, and black dress swaying in the open, “I scared you, I scared you, ha, ha, ha!”
“Dam it, Jill, don’t you knock?” You demanded.
Jill got to her feet and fixed the pointed hat on her head, “we witches don’t knock,” she told you in her attempt at a creepy voice, “we go wherever we want,” she explained with a cackle.
“Well,” you countered, “witches should always knock before entering their sister’s room, or else they’re going to fly by their panties.”
Jill seemed to shutter a little at your threat, “I’m sorry, Brittany,” Jill apologized in her normal voice, “hey,” she held up her phone, “wanna see all the pictures I took at school today?”
“No, Jill,” you yelled, “now go away.”
“Sorry,” Jill repeated as she put her phone into the plastic cauldron, she was carrying. “Hey, where’s your costume? Aren’t we leaving soon?”
“For the last time,” you told her angrily, “I’m not taking you trick or treating; now get out!”
“Mommy!” Jill cried as she ran out of the room.
Like clockwork, within ten minutes, your mother was stormed into your room in her fancy dress and with her makeup half done, “Brittany Oliver,” she lectured, “your sister just ran into my room crying.”
“Well,” you retaliated, “she’s a cry baby; she should be wearing a diaper and bonnet.”
“Not funny,” your mother spoke sternly, “now, for the last time, you are taking your sister trick or treating tonight. Jill is already upset that we had to cancel her slumber party at the last minute.”
“Why can’t you guys take her and celebrate your anniversary next weekend?"
“Because your father is going to be overworked at the office for the next month, so we have to celebrate our anniversary this weekend.”
“Well,” you argued, “why can’t she go with one of her brat friends or with that old croon she hangs out with?”
“We already had to put all her friend's parents in a tight spot by canceling the slumber party,” your mother explained, “and Mrs. Miller is too old to take Jill around the neighborhood.”
“You don’t care about putting me in a tight spot,” you groaned.
“They’ll be other parties, Brittany, besides; your sister told me that if she couldn’t have her slumber party, she wanted her big sister to take her trick or treating. Isn’t that sweet?”
“No,” you counter, “sweet would be ‘let my big sister go to her party. Halloween is a stupid holiday anyway,’ that would be cute.”
“Let me put this another way,” your mother finalized, “you’re taking Jill trick or treating, and I want to see pictures and hear that your sister had a wonderful time when we get back on Sunday night, or else you’re going to be grounded for the rest of the year.”
“But, mom, there’s going to be a ton of parties,” you whined.
“Then I guess you’d better make sure that you’re sister has fun tonight,” your mother declared as she stepped out of the room.
You groaned, but eventually, you accepted your fate, so, within an hour, you were reluctantly standing with Jill while you both sent your parents off, “bye,” Jill waved.
“Have a wonderful weekend, girls,” your mom told the pair of you.
“We will,” Jill promised.
“Yeah, right,” you said under your breath.
After your parents were out of sight, Jill started tugging you forward, “come on,” she said happily, “I wanna see Mrs. Miller.”
“No,” you practically pull your sister back, “let’s get your candy and get this over with.”
“No!” Jill yelled, “I wanna see Mrs. Miller!”
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