A Halloween story

A Halloween Story 

     As a little girl,  I noticed that some people were so exciting and full of energy and excitement. I would be so drawn to them … as everyone else seemed so empty and boring. Just shells or husks. The “other ones” were so alive!!! 

     Pretty soon , my father begin to notice me hanging out with these lively and interesting people.  My father would tell me to keep away from those people. I thought he was just afraid of me having too much fun and losing my self control. 

     But as I got older, I began to notice that the people I was so interested in and thought were so full of life “the others”, were actually self destructing and falling apart. I was devastated and realized that over the years I myself had also become one of the “ other ones”.  We were all in this together. 

     One night, as I Iay in bed trying to sleep a thought struck me like lightning. “The others”seem so alive and animated compared to everyone else because they have demons inside of them and, for some reason, I always had the ability to sense these demons when others could not and now, I also have this inside me and I have to figure out a way to remove it before I too rot from the inside out.