31 October 2027
Sunday. Halloween! On a Sunday, which is a strange day for it, but nobody seemed to mind. Every game in my house was taken, from the afternoon until the very last one. The grown-ups say the people who booked early got in, and the people who didn’t stood on the footpath looking at their phones.
I lined up my toys at the window to watch the costumes go past. The bear with no stuffing. The dolls with no eyes, who watch anyway. Pudding at the front, because he is tallest. Lake Street looked up and saw us and screamed, and we all felt very appreciated.
The Beeping Man had his busiest night of the year. He told a crowd of vampires about me for nearly an hour. They told him he was the best costume they had seen. He wasn’t wearing one.
Two years ago I said every night should be Halloween. I take it back. If every night was Halloween, it wouldn’t feel like this.
— Cathy (please come back)
