I’m frightened of the children. They say I have nothing to fear, they are only kids. Kids do silly things. They dress up, play havoc a bit. It’s just being young. That;s what they say,when they say anything about it at all.
But I don’t think they are young. I don’t think there is anything youthful about these children. I think they’ve seen and done things in their early years that made them grow, way beyond their years.
And I think they liked it. They liked it all.
It’s just trick or treat, they say, but it isn’t Halloween. It’s March, and there’s no reason for the masks. But when try to argue that the others laugh at me and tell me I’m imagining things.
I take photos of the children when I see them. Like this one, this one here. But no-one believes me. They say I’ve staged it all. I know they see them too. They just pay no mind to it all.
They are fools.
People are disappearing. Adults are disappearing. They also say I’m imagining that. People just leave town they say, that’s all.
But I know that’s not all. It’s the children. And they’ll come for me one day, one day soon, because they know I know.
So I’m frightened of the children. I hide when I see them pray they won’t find me. But I know it’s all in vain, really. It has to be.
For who is better at hide and seek than children?
(c) Helen M Valentina 2017