Thomas took off at a dead run. Slamming the car door shut he bolted across
the street, almost slipping on the slick pavement. Usually he didn't mind
having to park on the street; it was a quiet neighborhood, or it had been.
His wife was standing in the hall, a dead look in her eyes.
"Where's Gabriel?" he asked.
"He never came back from trick or treating."
Her voice was so calm it seemed manic, if only this wasn't happening.
"What's going on Thomas?" Becky pleaded.
"I wish I knew, Babe, but I have to find Gabe. Do you know where he was
going?"
"He said he was meeting up with Sue and Becky... I don't know!" The last
was almost a shriek.
"Okay, okay, don't panic, we don't know anything is wrong, but I have to
go out and find them, okay?"
Tears welled up in Becky's eyes and she wiped them absently on her sweater
cuff. Thomas had no idea what to do, he was an investment counselor for
God's sake, and this was way beyond him. Staring blankly at her, he tried a
wan smile, and turned towards the door.
"No" she called softly, but he was already stepping out.
"Lock the door!" he ordered and ran back to the car. On the seat beside
him was the lug wrench he had taken from the trunk as he left work. Tom
didn't know what he would do with it, but he felt safer somehow with it
there.
He locked the door, shaking with fear. The street was empty, but that
meant nothing. He leaned forward in his seat, craning his neck for a glance
up between the branches. A dark shape skimmed by and he let out a shriek
despite himself. 'Damn, damn, damn" he muttered as he ground the engine to
life. Tires squealed as he popped the clutch and sped down the road, loo
king desperately from side to side in hopes his son was all right.
Windshield wipers thwacked uselessly along their track, his vision
instantly blurring as soon as they passed. He jabbed the button and the
radio blared to life.
"I don't believe what I am seeing." A somewhat calm voice that sounded
eerily like Howard Cossell spoke through his tinny speakers. "Now, I don't
want to cause more panic, but I am sure I just saw a woman go by the window
on a broom."
"Yeah yeah," Thomas answered peevishly back, head swinging from side to
side "Wait for the were-wolf."
It had started just shortly after lunch. Reports had flooded the news
desks of a very strange nature indeed. It would seem that random wishes
were being granted. Great news at first: A man was praying for his wife's
remission and bang - no more cancer. A poor single mother had discovered a
whack of money that she could not explain. Now this was news, and it spread
like wildfire. It wasn't long before the real nature of these miracles was
found out. People's thoughts were becoming real. Not everyone's but a lot
of people found that if they thought hard enough... Well, even that was
interesting. Then someone pointed out it was Halloween.
A lot of people, a lot of kids, were having thoughts that no one really
wanted brought to life. Nightmares had taken over from dreams. As soon as
Thomas realized the extent of what was happening he had left the office,
but it seemed he was too late.
Wait, was that Jimmy, from the National Guard? He rolled down his window
as the Guardsmen pointed a rifle at him.
"Oh Tom, what the Hell are you doing out?"
"Gabe's not come home yet."
"Not good."
"What is happening Jim?"
"No idea, but I just mowed down a zombie or something. You ought to get
home"
"Not without Gabriel."
Jim nodded and waved him through the intersection. There wasn't another
car to be seen.
He was at Becky's house, and he drove up the lawn this time. Running to
the door, he pounded and pounded till he head the dead bolt slide and then
he rushed in. Becky, her Mom and Gabriel were all standing there like deer
caught in the headlights. Gabe had a butcher's knife.
"Dad!" he called out as he rushed to embrace his father.
"We've got to get back to your mom! Man, am I glad you are okay. Becky,
Sue, you should come too!"
They nodded and threw on coats. Opening the door Tom was confronted with a
black cat, just sitting and staring. He turned to look back at the gang and
it was then the cat leaped for his throat. With a rush of wind the cat fell
backwards onto the porch, blood spilling from the knife embedded in its
throat.
"I don't even want to know," he yelled as they ran for the car "But thanks
for that." He said as he slammed the door shut with his son in the back.
"Lock the doors!" he yelled and once more the engine raced and the car shot
forward.
Howard Cossell was back on the radio. Reading a government report, which
he sounded like he only half believed. "Well folks. Now there is a report
of a UFO landing in Nevada, and another in Alberta. These things are huge.
And it doesn't look like they're just people's imaginations run wild, cause
their both identical."
"Mother of..." Thomas started.
"What Dad?"
"The perfect plan. How to defeat us without even trying..."
"You're babbling Mister Jones." Becky interjected.
"Okay think," he said, half-turning to speak while skidding down the
street "Make our thoughts come true. Might not do too much harm, but choose
the day carefully, and we would all be sitting ducks, defeated by our own
worst nightmares."
"Halloween." Susan meekly added.
"Halloween." Thomas answered as he gunned the gas and ran down what for
all intents and purposes seemed to be the Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood.
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