Halloween. Literally the dumbest holiday I can think of. People prancing around yelling, “trick or treat,” in ridiculous costumes with the pretense of being scary. Just what do those people even know? That a couple of creepy sounds, ghosts, and flickering lights are scary. Well I’ll tell you something scary. I’ll tell you something downright unnerving, chilling, and horrifying. Two years ago from this exact date, October 31, 2014, I lost my parents. My mother killed my father and herself in a murder-suicide. And get this, I found their bodies. A year from that date, October 31, 2015, I found my sister hanging from her ceiling fan. Did I mention that my birthday happens to be on Halloween? So within two years of each other I lost my family on the day I’m to love and celebrate the most.
Therefore, you can understand why Halloween sickens me. The candy, costumes, decorations, the whole lot of it. There’s nothing scary about a haunted house filled with people who can’t touch you, or a horror movie directed in Hollywood, or even eerie sounds in the dark. Scary is knowing that for the rest of your life you’re alone. An orphan with no siblings who lost all your family on your birthday. Scary is walking down the sidewalk and everyone crossing the street to avoid eye contact with you. Scary is knowing that you’ll never find that unconditional, mind-blowing love of a family again.