Morning is coming, but night will
—Isaiah 21: 12
The-Tom Cats peered about nodding slyly…. The calendar days eased
to late October and exploits going-on in the neighbor hood. The busybody
up the street felt the whole-matters like a carnival...
“Who-is ‘that woman’ up the street always sitting outside or peeking
out a window watching us?” Flo and Marcy peered disgusted at the other.
Flo, Chad, Marcy, and Peter were invited to a Halloween
costume-party held by Erma Case (at church) in her large mansion. There
were no squabbles what to go-as? Flo and Marcy prayed; they needed a night
“What-a place.” Marcy murmured. They rounded a corner approaching a
tall open gate. “She donates fairly-well to church, and aids fund
raisers.” Flo needed this reprieve in her hectic-life. Tonight, she wanted
to fly to the stars and pretend… she’s someone else until the bleak-dawn
arrived. Then come back to reality.
Marcy was in the same-fix—as Flo’s gaiety phobia to indulge far and
few between? Chad felt her problems were his. He knew they required
more holiday parties—beginning with this one. He peered at the
costumed-adults behind him, wondering who was who?
Peter adored Marcy. He nearly went bonkers—the days she’s in
a coma. Prior he wanted to look on matters like a casual-date. His mind
changed fast when she’s struck down. Tonight he’s happy to spend a night
suffering for her—appearing like a costumed nerd, attending a Halloween
house party, her being alive. They both nudged their partner, as they
approached the house from a distance.
Flo neared Marcy… “Are you having fun?”
“Getting-into a costume, did the trick for me?” She’d been bored.
Flo had come to the rescue with this idea.
“I need oil,” the tin man complained.
The Lion roared at him, “be quiet.”
“These-outfits are keen; I like your idea Flo, who is that in front
“Marcy? I’m happy you like the outfits; it looks like that
bachelor ‘with the charm of Dracula’ in front of us. She invited anyone
she saw on the street?”
“I-should ‘be tending patients’ instead of ‘Bobbing’ for Apples?”
“Darling-we discussed that, and you wanted to come?” Peter kept
quiet, he did not mind being in a costume to be with Marcy.
“Well-here we are at the entrance. Look who’s ahead of us… Gilda and
Mitchell, they don’t go to our church. The teens are still at home.
Do you consider any one of them will come?”
Thomas reclined on the bed pouting….
“Why can’t we go out for
Halloween, Emmy? The others went to a party held by that church-woman.”
“Thomas comes-here this minute.” He stood in front of her.
“I’m ‘tired from my pregnancy’ and everything today, do you have to
pester me to go anywhere?” Eugene would never pester her—he’d
consider her feelings. She had just spoken to him in the bathroom. He
felt bad, where he was, but he loved this costume time of the year. “Just
for one year could we sit in the kitchen, and cater to the costumed kids
…who come to the door?”
“I’m-yours for anything, you desire my princess?”
At the party, they prepared to play the game of partners. Everyone
drew a number. The host spoke: “Half of you will draw—your partner for the
treasure hunt. The hunt will go on in every room, but the bedrooms. Do not
be bashful pick a number, and hope you get the mate you desire and start
on the hunt. The prizes are stated on the treasure you find, which will
tell the cache.”
Flo drew the name of a handsome man. Marcy picked Chad. Peter went
with the host, Erma. “Does everyone have his or her partner?” The host
scanned the room? “Okay. We are just about ready to roar. Let’s go one,
two, three, go!”
Flo’s secretive partner took her arm; they raced to the downstairs
rooms. In an extra room, and they found one treasure. The lights went
out…. In the next instant, like a whip, a man kissed her. SHE WALLOPED HIM
ON THE HEAD!
“I’M EMMY’S DAD!” THE LIGHTS CAME ON AND HER PARTNER OR
THE-PUSHER WAS GONE! SHE HURRIED AWAY—THEN SHE HEARD A PIERCING SCREECH. A
strange-shocked lady said: “A LADY IS DEAD IN THE ONE ROOM!!!” Chad
returned to her side—seeing Flo upset.
“Something wrong, my love?” He held her arm, “WHOSE DEAD?”
They peered about? Her mind distracted, she-remembered, him saying:
“he’s “Emmy’s dad?” She did not know the voice, and figured a disguised
“I will go see, okay!” Chad said. THE ONLY MAN that acted like he
desired-more of her was Mitchell Senior. DEAR LORD WAS GILDA MURDERED.
Chad returned… “SOME WOMAN HAD A LANCE RUN INTO HER STOMACH! Let’s
get the others and leave. I’ve had enough?” Marcy and Peter were near and
agreed. They hastened to the car parked away from the gate.
—“Was that woman murdered or was it an accident?”
“Flo—somehow, she APPEARED LIKE GILDA, said Marcy. The woman could
be made-up like her?”
“Darn—I hope not—is someone trying ‘TO PIN’ something on us,
said Flo? Did anyone know us, if it comes down to that? We stayed home
is a good-excuse, if we are considered-suspects?”
Chad frowned. “I should have worked—and better go in… Drive there
and I will write in, I’m working. I’ll have to say some one saw me
there—if we’re in danger. Where can you be Peter, and girls?” They stopped
in front of the hospital.
In few-minutes, he was back out! “As far as my friend said, I just
“I-will have to be-with Marcy, said Peter—opening the doors for
Flo-home with the other two—worried
what happened to their
“Are-you kidding, ‘A DEAD WOMAN’ and maybe it is Gilda. You were
right here with us Flo.” Chad bravely, told her, taking her hand. It all
sounded—like another murder… the past Chief’s son, now the wife. Flo was musing,
what about the one who mentioned he’s “Emmy’s dad” and disappeared after she
hit him. She tortured. In the mean time, they had to get out of costume?
“When-will we know who died? Turn the radio on?”
“A-woman was killed at the Halloween Party held by Erma and Leonard
Case. She’s been identified as Gilda Morrison. Her husband Mitchell said
he had a different partner for the treasure hunt. Her partner Grant Himes
was taken into custody asserting: “HE DID NOT KILL HER.” This is Alec
Barks: reporting for the Associated Press.”
“OUR WORST NIGHMARE, nobody knew us,” Marcy dubiously-remarked?
— “None-of us spoke to anyone, ‘Right,’ said Flo? Did anyone look at
you? I never responded we’d attend.” Emmy entered the kitchen.
“You ‘better hide’ and get rid of the costumes. Nobody knew
you—except the store; you purchased your costume from?”
“I-had my scarf and sunglasses on, and I don’t know the Sales
“Aunt-Flo, lets talk about some thing else? I hear Halloweeners at
the door. Thomas goes see what?” Flo and Marcy knew they must not miss
Gilda’s funeral like they almost missed her son, Mitchell. Mitchell senior
must have become suspicious of her.
Darkness set in. Flo and Chad were relaxing in the parlor whilst a
loud-rap sounded at the side door. CHAD STOOD. Flo heard him talking to a
policeman. Edgily, they peered at the others, trying to relax…? They’d
been better taking that Florida trip instead, they felt miserably. She
peeked around the corner to see the officer speaking: He yelled at them,
if they attended the gala? “We thought of going, but changed our minds. I
had to work. The rest attended to Trick or Treat.” Chad-positive-minded
returned and sat down.
“I-think the clue of mine is working. I saw him cross the
street to Marcy’s house. IN THE FIRST PLACE, WHY IS HE HERE? Was it the
case of being a parishioner or some other reason?”
FLO DECIDED TO CONFIDE HER SECRET. “Did you know the man, I picked
for a partner? SO THE LIGHTS WENT OUT, where you were?” She peered
around at the others…..
“No. I did not recognize the man,” Chad responded. “WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT, THE LIGHTS STAYED ON…”
“The-lights turned off where I was, and someone uttered: “I’m
Emmy’s dad!” “And the person knew me, and he tried more, but I whacked him
on the head.”
Chad near laughed: “so this-check is about that, and how it
“Sherlock, I hope this is it, lets go make whoopee. Heck, with the
“Watson? Are you some funny-case or what?” They climbed the steps.
Thomas and Emmy watched them happy to hear them joking—staying
sitting? He loved Halloween—horrible tonight, though, with Gilda’s murder.
“Did-you ‘hear that’ Thomas—a police man was just here, nobody knew
we snuck to the party. I won’t tell; we slid out—when that lady
yelled about a death.”
“Nobody recognized us disguised, as two wharf-bums. We had seen
twenty Halloween goers. We made it for the tail-end of the treasure hunt.”
“We-didn’t know who we would choose. Whom did that Mitchell
go with? He seemed to slink off. I forget whom he was with. Did Joyce and
Joyce just removed her Dracula outfit when the cop came to the
door? Beth hurried across the street, and snuck in the side
door—carrying her Little Bo
Peep outfit. She heard the cop enter, asking questions? Beth
changed, and listening to the kitchen conversation? Peter said
something to make the officer laugh.
Beth went-out rubbing her eyes… “Boy, this being pregnant, is sure
“So, did you answer the door to any Halloweeners?”
“Yes. At least-thirty, before I decided to rest?”
“Well-I guess that is all, just a preliminary check-up, who-went to
“Do-you means all the church parishioners?” The cop mused for a
minute, scratching his hair.
“No, he blinked his eyes. A former-cop said at least two of you
went. Don’t ask me who he is talking about… with people in
costumes. I certainly could not tell anyone?”
“When-the officer left, Marcy called Flo?” Chad and she were
relaxing in bed. Before she came up stairs, she checked the downstairs
phone for bugs. Now she unscrewed this one, as it rang. She
answered not seeing anything fishy…
“Flo-this is Marcy. Peter asked the cop if the check was due to all
the parishioners that attended the party. The officer said that a
former cop felt at least two of us were there at that
disaster-party for Gilda or-us.”
“How-could he tell, unless he watched the house? So he’s trying to
“I discern he didn’t recognize us. Could he have someway followed me
to the costume place? They were there in line, and he had to know
before someway? I will talk with you tomorrow?”
“Chad, did you tell anyone ‘who was who,’ in disguise? He nodded
‘No.’ That Mitchell knew the outfit we wore. It had to be the costume
store, and he had a description to go on?”
“That-former-cop is sure cagey, said Chad. Did he kill
her—who else…? He put her into an insane asylum once wanting other-women and
what else did he does.
We should say our thing—not let him have the upper-hand? We do have
to move-on this matter. He is sure is a sly-dog. What a mistake she
made marrying him, to protect her kids.” He bet; she knew that fact
not long ago to her dire detriment.
“Let’s sleep-on it. Maybe we will be able to tell everything, which
is a lot of nothing important. We did not want to admit; we were there. No
way saying that… is going to help us now. So we have nothing to tell that
would not implicate us?”
Flo- fell into a deep sleep—never wanting to awake to these
…Beth-returned to her room; Peter never talked much. She and Joyce
had gone together on the treasure hunt. They heard voices around the area
where Gilda was drove through with a lance. They had approached seeing the
man that was her partner explains; he’d find another mask to replace her
ripped one. They had just turned around to leave, when they heard her
shriek—the lance sticking in her stomach. She prayed everything would
…The-next morning Flo was up early for breakfast fare—serving
“How-are you today?” She did not sleep the best—wanting to have a
good time, and horror occurred.
“Just-as good as could be,” she smiled broadly at him. She was going
to confide in Marcy when she visited. The police drove the girls to
school? Most of their families had been in jail except Emmy and Joyce.
“The-police were around, said Joyce. It’s not good to mention we
were out; the police could have spies around. Weren’t you here when the
“That-former cop, Mitchell said to an officer that two
of us were there, Flo said. The only way, he could have known our outfits before the party
was to check the Costume-Store, to find out our-description? That had also
meant he killed her, and was trying to pin it on-us. That’s why I ask for
caution. Joyce warns Beth?”
“Beth and I do not fraternize with the students—no worry, Mom?”
Emmy-on the alert was sure the two females are present at
least to wait in line after them. “Are-we in trouble or not? That Mitchell
guy must have killed her, said Joyce. The husband is always first suspect,
and we should tell the police.” No saying that gives away, we were
there last night.
“Last-eve at the party, I chose this handsome man, for partner, said
Flo. Emmy nodded. The lights went out, as he picked up the treasure. In
the next minute, someone said; I’m ‘Emmy’s father’—the lights came on—my
“You-are kidding,” Emmy stood and embraced her? Marcy came over
soon. They reverently bowed their heads….
“See-on ‘Trick or Treat’ we weren’t prepared for strife. It’s the
perfect time, said Marcy. He had a plot planned, and seemed to be alone
without anyone in particular. Recall when he held you too tight, then
pushed his wife in a mental home.”
“I-believe: he killed my brother and wife, and wife and her
son. First: he had an affair with my sister-in-law. Then when she
needed cash support, in the middle of the night, he dupes them using a
trip for his alibi. They were a natural disaster.
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