A bereaved mother is startled when kids arrive on her doorstep trick-or-treating in her dead son’s Halloween costumes. She immediately checks his room and is in for a tear-jerking surprise. “Please give it a thought, Mrs.
Brown. You cannot always escape this time of the year. You have to overcome it, and this is the only way out.
You need to celebrate Halloween or at least decorate your house,” the psychologist told Rosemary, 37. Rosemary’s eyes brimmed with tears as she pressed her chin on her knuckles. She was nervous.
“Will I be able to do it? Will it help me not think about what happened to my son on that Halloween?” she thought. Rosemary shyly smiled and got up to leave the clinic.
She headed to the market to buy décor. Though she did not feel like celebrating the holiday, she followed the doctor’s advice. It had been three years since Rosemary and her son Dave carved fleshy pumpkins into glowering jack-o’-lanterns.
It had been three hellish years since Rosemary lost Dave on the morning of Halloween, and his death still kept haunting her…
Lucas, Rosemary’s husband, was surprised when he came home on All Hallows Eve. He had been out of town on a business trip and was astonished when he saw his house fully decorated with the Halloween spirit. “Rose, hey…hey…” he exclaimed as he entered the door, holding big boxes of stuff he’d shopped from the city.
“I’m so happy you’re doing this. I’m sure our son would be happy to see you smiling after a very long time.”
Lucas kissed Rosemary before leaving to freshen up. Tears rolled down Rosemary’s face as she fixed the light into the jack-o’-lantern.
It was Dave’s favorite part of the festival. He always placed bets with his friends about who had the funkiest jack-o’-lantern. Rosemary’s house that day looked so beautiful and all set for a perfect Halloween.
It caught everyone’s eye, especially one gang of kids on the street. Those we love do not truly leave us. There are certain things death can never touch.
They couldn’t help but think Rosemary’s decorated house was a signal inviting them over for a trick-or-treat. They had never visited Rosemary’s house on Halloween before, so seeing her house ready for the holiday tempted them. The kids marched to Rosemary’s house in costumes that would go on to make the bereaving mother burst into tears.
Just as Rosemary readied the table for dinner and was wiping the crockery, she heard a loud knock on the door. She answered the door and turned pale with shock seeing a group of happy little children chiming, “Trick or treat!”
Rosemary could not believe her eyes. She recognized the costumes the kids were wearing.
She had exclusively sewn them for Dave three years ago for Halloween, but he never got to wear them. He died in an accident while crossing the road the morning of All Hallows Eve. Rosemary was shaken.
She clasped the door and gaped at the children from head to toe. “That embroidery… those buttons and skeleton paintings on the shirt… Dave asked me to do a patchwork resembling cobwebs on his witch hat… And these pumpkin buttons… ‘D’ for Dave… I sewed them myself. What is going on?
