A Halloween Tale
A Halloween Tale
Upon a heavy bed of dry maple leaves, she strums the melody Jon showed her. Cass escapes reality when she plays her guitar. An annoying fly dances with death, landing on her over and over, and ending her peaceful play. Autumn flies are slow but defiant clinging to the shirttails of summer. Time to head to school, no amount of escapism can change reality. Cass shuffles through the leaves and reaches campus as the first bell rings. Seven hours of boredom along with isolation is a punishment in itself.
Cass ran with a crowd, going to parties and being involved, but that was before everything changed.
“Megan!” Cass calls out to her best friend who walks with a group of girls. Megan doesn’t even respond as they continue on to class. Who can blame her or the rest of them, Cass wonders. She must now carry the burden of regret, complete high school so she can leave this dusty little town.
But something is different today. When she stands holding her lunch tray and awkwardly scanning the cafeteria for a place to sit, she finds kindness from a stranger who rescues her.
“Join me if you like,” he says motioning her to the empty place across from him.
“Thanks,” she replies plopping down.
“My name is Tom, you look like you could use a friend.”
“Hi, I’m Cass. And yes, you are right about that. I’ve only been here two hours, but I’m ready to leave.”
“It’s not time to go home yet,” Tom reminds her gently.
October drags on. Tom is always there, Cass likes having someone to talk to again.
Cass enjoys a walk in the evening. She relishes the solitude after the sun sets, the chirping of the crickets and the hoot of an owl. The dampness of the night cools everything down.
“Care if I tag along?” he asks her.
“Hi Tom, sure come along.”
“It was a long day, I think I blew my history test,” Tom tells her.
Many of their walks end up by the shores of the river watching the rapid current.
“You are my only friend these days, Tom.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says quietly.
“Don’t go home yet,” he says. Cass reaches in her backpack for an apple and a knife and splits it for them to share.
“This is where it happened,” Cass says.
“It was all just a game,” Cass says. “Jon and I shared music, and my best friend Megan’s jealousy put an end to that. She just never trusted me where he was concerned.”
“Do you like him?” Tom asks.
“Not in that way. Megan has been my friend for many years, no guy is worth that. But Megan doesn’t believe me. Megan’s jealousy grows into something darker.”
“Is this where the dock was?” Tom asks her.
“Yes, we all knew to stay away from that rickety dock,” Cass says. The uneaten apple halves draw flies and Cass kicks them into the water.
On a dreary day before Halloween, Cass waits outside the school for Tom. The anniversary of the tragedy approaches. Talk circulates around the school about a candle vigil to be held at midnight on Halloween where it all happened. The warnings from officials about staying far away would be ignored. A year ago, it was a ghost story that originally brought them all to the old well on the grounds of the dilapidated old Hanson house. For decades the story was repeated about a young man who was pushed into the well and fell to his death on Halloween night. If you dare to trespass on the old grounds, the young man can be seen next to the well holding a burning lantern at midnight on Halloween. Like a magnet the legend draws thrill seekers out on Halloween night, despite the warnings from the city to stay away from the crumbling house and grounds.
Cass sees Tom walking and catches up to him.
“How was your day?” he asks.
“No highlights, nothing really.”
“Let’s head to the park,” Tom suggests.
“Tell me more about you, Tom. I always do most of the talking,” Cass says.
“I don’t have much of a story. I have lived in many small towns besides this one,” Tom says smirking under his breath.
“You have moved around?”
“Yes, but this is where it started, born right there,” Tom says pointing towards the hospital across the street.”
“What took you away?”
“My dad’s work, I guess. He’s been gone for a long time. I live with my Aunt now,” Tom says, kicking an acorn from the sidewalk. Tom avoids details and Cass never pushes for answers.
“I should go,” Cass announces.
“It’s not time to go home yet,” Tom tells her, “let’s walk a bit more.”
Most of the trees have lost their leaves, covering the park sidewalks.
“Tell me about last year, Halloween night,” Tom says. Cass is reluctant to tell Tom. She pulls her sweater closer around her.
“If I tell you, promise you won’t judge me?” Cass asks.
“I promise,” Tom replies.
We were all at my house, Megan and Jon and the rest. We were talking about the ghost from the well. Do you believe in ghosts?”
“No, I don’t think I do,” Tom says thoughtfully.
“There is a ghost who shows himself at midnight on Halloween, he holds a lantern and stands next to the old well at the Hanson house, the site of his murder. He was pushed into the well, or that is the legend,” Cass tells him.
“That is horrific. I’ve heard that story too,” Tom tells her.
“I wanted to take the intrigue up a notch that Halloween night, so I challenged them. Who would be the brave one to reach the well first and snatch the glowing lantern at midnight? I knew most would be too spooked to even visit the grounds. There was only one rule, they couldn’t leave my house until they all received the same group text announcing the start of the fun. This would give me time to place the lighted lantern on the well myself before hiding in the shadows of the tree line to see who the winner would be. I wanted to make it fun.”
“So you don’t believe in ghosts?” Tom asks her.
“Never did, but it made for some fun that night,” Cass tells him. “It all feels like a dream.” Cass doesn’t feel like talking anymore and Tom rises and walks alone down the sidewalk as rain begins to fall.
Halloween arrives with the usual display of bizarre and outlandish revelry in the halls of the school. Nobody follows the rules, and teachers are glad at the end of the day when they can send a rowdy bunch on their way. Cass wishes the night were over too. Tom finds her at coffee shop.
“Can I join you Cass?” he asks.
“Tom, I was just leaving,” she tells him.
“It’s not time to go home Cass,” he says to her. His smile charms her.
“Ok, join me. I think I’m starting to . . . give off the scent of a loner,” she says in jest.
“Meaning, loners have a scent that others avoid?” he asks her laughing.
“Possible explanation maybe,” Cass says.
“Tell me more about that night, Cass,” Tom says.
“Yes, I just love repeating it Tom,” she says sarcastically.
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” he tells her.
“Nah, it’s ok.”
“Halloween night last year was windy and cold. I lit the lantern and placed it on the well a few minutes before midnight. I ran back to my car to wait then Jon showed up. He confessed his true feelings for me. He leaned in to kiss me but I pushed him back. I told him he was a good friend, but I didn’t like him that way. . . and I would never do that to Megan. After a moment or two of silence, all the cars arrived. We joined along as they rushed to the well each wanting to be first to snatch the lantern.”
“You are a true friend, Cass,” Tom tells her.
“When everyone got to the well the lantern was missing! Within seconds someone pointed to the rickety dock where the glowing lantern had been moved. The whole group rushed to the prize at the end of the dock. All warnings about the dock were ignored as we crowded around the winner who held the lantern high in the air. The wind whipped just as the wood beneath our feet groaned and the dock buckled. All went crashing into the fast moving river. The current was swift and it wasn’t easy to make it to shore and sadly one girl didn’t. There was panic and pandemonium, then emergency vehicles and search lights, but all to no avail her body was never found. The next few weeks were a blur. I had lacerated my arm when the dock crashed into the water, and could not attend the funeral. The whole town was in mourning. I was to blame for the tragedy. I lost every friend I had. When I returned to school weeks later I was ignored. I don’t know how that lantern got on the dock. I wouldn’t do that to my friends or anyone. Everything was different, and no one seemed to listen.”
“Cass it was an accident, you are not to blame,” Tom tells her.
“It was my game, I am to blame,” Cass says. “Tonight they’ll hold candles in her honor, I should be there,” Cass says.
“Yes, you should.”
Later that night from the shadows, Cass and Tom watch the group assembled. They hold candles and sing, their sad melody carried downstream by the winds. Megan speaks before them.
“At midnight one year ago, I watched from the tree line right over there as Cass placed the lantern on the dock, luring us all. There are consequences to every action. ” The crowd is solemn as Megan recounts the events leading up to the tragedy. While Megan recounts the tragedy, things begin to make sense. Suddenly Jon understands what really happened.
“Wait!” Jon yells over the wind. “That’s not true! I was with Cass when she placed the lantern on the well. I went to confess my feelings for her and she ran away from me. When I caught up to her, she explained her friendship with you Megan, was important to her. If you were watching from the shadows Megan, you saw me with Cass. You were the one who moved the lantern to the dock. You caused this tragedy! You caused Cass’s death!” From the shadows Tom observes the confused look on Cass’s face.
The group assembled is shocked at the revelation as Megan’s deceit is exposed, and she pauses in silence as cell phones light up the night spreading the real story. Megan runs from the crowd, everyone buzzing as they leave. With the shoreline abandon, Cass and Tom emerge from the shadows. Cass is stunned, confused. Tom takes her hand.
“You are vindicated Cass, everyone knows the truth now. You have done no wrong. You are free!” Cass looks into his eyes and slowly begins to understand.
“Many years ago I lost my life in that well over there,” Tom tells her, “My spirit like yours has wandered aimlessly, until I found you. I realized my purpose was to guide you. I’ve been waiting a long time. Come now Cass, it’s time.” Cass finally understands. She takes a deep breath, savoring peace for the first time. Cass turns to see Jon watching stoically from the shadows. She smiles to him and then takes Tom’s hand and together they walk beneath the glow of the moon, through the mist taking them home.