THE TERRIBLE HEADLESS
ROBBER OF TENTH
AVENUE
It wasn ’ t long after young Patrick Connelly
moved to Tenth Avenue from the crowded
tenement on Mott Street that he heard the scary
story of “ The Terrible Headless Robber of Tenth
Avenue” . When he first heard it behind the
Church near Fourteenth Street, it amused him
and he hid his giggle behind his covering hand.
Of course, it was only a few weeks before
Halloween and he suspected the two boys in the
dreaded eighth grade were trying to scare him
in front of the eighth grade girls so show how
capable they were in dealing with headless
thieves.
When he and his twin sister Patricia transferred
in from the Public School on the East side, he
was a bit intimidated by the way the seventh
and eighth grade boys and girls all sat in the
same classroom. He was in the seventh grade
and had expected to be only with boys because
that was the way they did it in his old school .
Like with everything else, there were pros and
cons to the co - educational classroom. The
biggest plus would be that his twin sister would
be able to pass him hints and signal clues
about almost any subject because she
remembered anything she read in a book. On
the other hand, being forced to spend all day
behind some red- headed girl with freckles on
her arms and legs made him feel a bit funny like
there was something she knew that he didn’ t .
He hated the fact that the girls tended to form
into little packs and laughed and giggled at a
bunch of stuff that absolutely bored him to
death. He wanted to put their silly pig- tails in
the inkwell but was afraid of getting into trouble
and causing a problem for his mother who had
plenty of problems of her own .
The two boys , who were getting a lot of
enjoyment out of telling the story slowly and
with dramatic pauses, were on the part where
the young man leaned forward onto the rail track
to retrieve a single thin dime that was in a crack
between the cobblestones. The girls close -by
opened their eyes wide and held their breaths to
hear the fatal words .
“ Young Timothy Leary wanted that dime so
badly that he never saw the tram rolling down
the track. It sliced through his stretched out
neck like a knife through butter. The funny part
was he was still trying to get the dime when his
head was rolling down the hill with his eyes
wide open in surprise . ”
Patrick had no doubt that something similar to
that had occurred right there where the tram
tracks turned and headed across town past the
department stores with vast piles of
merchandise for people to buy with hard -earned
wages . He even heard the rumor of the reputed
“ Mrs. Leary ” who lived behind the church and
kept a light in her window on Halloween just in
case her poor son’ s head wanted to find its way
home.
The two older boys called Donald and James
were tired of bothering him and moved on to
annoy young Lois who didn’ t seem to mind at
all from the way she kept smiling and twirling
her shining blond hair . The teacher was looking
out the window at the blowing leaves from the
trees that lined the sidewalk right outside the
small school on the smallest street in the city . It
went one short block before becoming a street
of another name which was totally confusing to
pedestrians and drivers looking for a destination
on one or the other .
It was the trickster Donald who drew the outline
of a headless young lad on the blackboard to
scare the girls and make them cry . Little Mary
Jones was so upset that she wet her undies and
had to go to the principal ’ s office for an
embarrassing interview.
Whenever Halloween drew close, all kinds of
shenanigans started happening regularly . It was
in almost all cases driven by the common
human delight in scaring each other . Some of
the boys devised costumes that made it appear
they had no heads and they chased the girls
down the street waving their arms and making
weird noises .
It was with this background of play - acting that
Patrick shrugged off the appearance of an
apparently he
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The Veil of Midnight
November 6, 2015 - 17:25 Why did it just stop?