I didn't know a soul in this place except for Sonny. Belinda laughed and talked with her friends in the grill while I decided to wander through the store aisles. Minutes passed and I couldn't find my big sister. Leaving Sonny's Store, I stood outdoors in the fall air trying to see if she was waiting for me. I proceeded across the street and into the darkness. Dogs barked in the background. Wolves howled at the moon. Porch lights flickered as I traveled along the narrow street. Black cats dashed passed me as my heart rate increased its rhythm. Bats flew from the trees and into the night. A witch's silhouette had eclipsed the golden moon. Ghosts had encircled my trembling body. My mouth became as dry as a desert from the frightening experience. When I came to the end of the road, I found a large house on the right, walked up the steps and turned the door knob with my small hand. Entering the house with a creaky door; a deep, bass voice asked, "What are you doing here, alone?" as I trembled in fear. "Close the door," he commanded.
Meanwhile, inside Sonny's Store - Belinda yells, "Where is my little brother? He's gone! Somebody help me find him! Oh, God!" The store patrons scrambled about searching for me - underneath tables - in the restroom - behind the counters - in the kitchen - all to no avail. With a heavy chest and mind, Belinda returned home wondering how to break the news to Mom and Dad that I was gone - forever.
Walking into our house; the deep, bass voice asked, "Where is your little brother?"
Belinda replied, "Daddy, I lost him."
Smiling slightly, Daddy replied, "No, you didn't. He got here a little while ago. He's in the bedroom in his pajamas."
"What? He's here?" Belinda yelled. "Charles C.! Come here!"
Returning to the living room, I said, "What?"
"What happened to you?" Belinda asked.
"Well, I thought you had left me at Sonny's. So, I walked home," I replied.
"I had the whole store looking for you! Dang, boy!" offered Belinda with relief.
Interrupting our conversation, Mom said, "Belinda, since tomorrow is Halloween; you can take Charles C. 'trick-or-treating.'" She thought, "As payback for losing your brother."
(My novels are available on http://www.xlibris.com/ - Charles Carroll Lee)