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I never liked Halloween, it always brought up memories I wish to forget and it is also the day my parents died.
I still remember how many houses I visited to get the tiny, multicolored gems every child tries to obtain during this day. Oh the fun I had! Every year going out together with my parents and friends and the feeling of excitement after every successful house. One Halloween in particular my parents weren't able to tag along and like any person without supervision, I was given a time frame to get back home.
Near the end of night I told my friends it's almost time for me to leave but, they insisted on one more house. The house was like any other house on this street but the owner was a bit eccentric. He yelled at us when we come near the front gate to come one by one. We argued who goes first but, in the end we drew straws. I was last and when it came to be my turn I approached the door. The door was slightly cracked but not wide enough to see the owner and while I was checking to see if I could get a quick peek inside but my view was blocked when suddenly a steel hatchet with an ivory- like handle appeared out of the crack.
The owner said it was my treat which is odd since you usually don't get something like that but before I could ask him why he says, "Enjoy." and slams the door and...and... I don't remember anything after that side from seeing a gruesome sight that I wish to not go in detail about.
It's been some odd years and the hatchet is still with me but every Halloween I ask the same question.
"I didn't kill them