A Halloween Story from an Old Fart

"So as little Tammy entered the house, she heard a louder scream at the second floor." Grandpa continued the stories with his wrinkly hand gripping into the flashlight that was facing towards his face as these six or seven year old kids were so drawn into what he's about to say.

Some of them were holding each other with their costume still on. Some were hiding their face painted faces behind their dolls. And even my little pumpkin cousin is still gripping my leg as if his life depended on it.

"Then she heard more banging that was getting louder and louder, making her more scared every second."

I could see these kid's innocence taken away from them already. Poor things.

"But of course every kid wants to make sure that her mother is okay. So she slowly and surely crept into the stairs in hesitant every time her mother screamed. She wanted to ask for help from an adult, but her maids were away in a holiday already. She was still eight years old anyways. So when she reached the door knob of her parent's room, she placed her small trembling hands on the knob and slowly twisted it. She snuck her head in between the door and the wall and what she heard was, "Harder Alex-"

My mom finally stopped my silly grandfather from finishing such story that wasn't meant to be heard from the ears of these youth. As for the other teens and adults, were of course chuckling and laughing as I was.

"Okay! okay dad. That's enough for scary story telling, and I think that it's already time for you monsters to grab your sacks and get em sweets am I right?" My mom said.

"Bu owd man haven't finisss his stowy yet." A little blonde boy in a vampire costume complained. Following with the other kids.

"Believe me kids, you're gonna have nightmares. And it's not what you think I'm talking about, trust me." My older brother added, making my mom roll her eyes. "And plus, if you guys don't go and get candies now, Tammy's gonna eat all of them before you even have a chance to."

After he said that, each and one of the kids stood up and went trick or treating.

"You old fart." My mom chuckled while she nudged her father. "And you." My mom pointed at his only son.

"Can we just move on with that. You're already twenty."

"Yeah Henry. At least you got to see how your sister was being made." I added with a smile.

"Oh shut up." He chuckled while he shook his head.