October 31. The day of the dead.
What is what may scare young teenagers in there? Everyone knows that Halloween is simply a commercial holiday. For the youngest, a quest to collect sweets for the rest of the year. For older children the opportunity to read Bram Stoker or listen to the new horror movie.
A simple possibility for people to entertain and warm up a bit, while Christmas is still very distant, and that winter is already upon us. A feast
stupid, then?
is well believed that our four friends who stood backed the amounts of an archaic old cedar fence, this cold October evening.
Four youths, aged between nine and fifteen years, for whom the threat of ghosts and witches do not represent more than the other chimeras of this ilk.
Well, almost everyone. Alex, this little redhead puny nine years as a cheerful pink and elves from the North Pole, believed all these stories.
year last, his big brother had made him listen Exorcism and he was still shaken. No doubt to him that the devil did exist. Hidden somewhere in the neighborhood. In the bushes.
Alex, however, was more of a burden for others than anything else.
He was there because "mom" wanted Yann wins. Yann, his older brother by 15 years, and somehow the leader of this band.
There was also Kevin, chubby and with almost looks like an adult, and Nicolas, thin and not very talkative, which would have followed Yann anywhere.
latter two had all fourteen both.
Our four friends stood against the fence, and all wondered what to do. Alex would have liked to collect sweets, but Yann, down from its fifteen years, refused to go to the clown in front of all these homes to meet his little brother. For his part, Kevin was receiving tons of sugar each week of his mother, now separated and living at the other end of town. No need of October 30 to satisfy his appetite and waistline. As for Nicolas, he was just there. It was in Transylvania if Yann had lived there.
As simple as that.
These are life circumstances that are inscrutable. Our group could, like many others, walking the streets picking candy and gum.
Our group could disguise himself.
But this was not the case.
"What can we do?
- No idea. "Kevin looked
Yann absently, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.
"As long as nothing, I may as well go home.
- Everyone is picking up some candy right now, stressed Yann.
- We could perhaps go for a stroll to the end of the road Dorval? "Alex
soon fades. Yann and Kevin turned to Nicolas, who had just proposed this idea.
They were vaguely surprised, firstly, that Nicolas dares to propose an idea and, secondly, that this idea was going to walk in the most dismal place throughout the city of Alma. Yann
scratched the snowy ground with his boot black, then said quickly: "And what we would do there?
- My father once told me that there was an old house in the background, near the falls, Nicolas growled. A house that once served as housing for people of a religious sect. I wonder if she is still there. "
Alex hid her face in her hands.
Nobody said a word for a long time. Their minds wandered.
the distance, the last rays of sun pierced the sky already heavily laden clouds.
few flakes here and there. A
I indescribably grim and fascinating at the time in this strange scene. Four young silent about the fate of the evening, as night fell seriously on this little road to the few houses.
It was said not one October evening, but rather far advanced on November 1.
One winter evening a lot more than Halloween ...
Yann Kevin looked, and finally Nicolas, and said, "Okay. Let's go.
- And if there are still people out there? "Asked Kevin.
- We will have to return here. People have every right to walk, right? And anyway, it is true that there was already a cult there and it's still there, then we will have to convert! "Obviously
, Yann joking.
- I doubt that people are still there. Dad said it was in the seventies. The house is probably all rotten, "said Nicolas.
- Nico Frankly, asked Kevin, since when do you take an interest in old houses?
- I went to Val-Jalbert last year!
- Who cares. "All
then began to laugh.
Except Alex. The red-haired boy of nine years was terrified. But he loved his brother and had great confidence in him. Then he dared not oppose the will of the group. Besides, he knew that most of the time he was a burden for Yann. So he tried to have as little as possible differing opinions of others. Moreover, it never showed her fear. At least in words.
Because yes, he was afraid.
And in this dark hour when the quartet embarked on the path to Dorval Cycling, Alex might just save. If he had only opposed resistance. If he had threatened to complain to mom and dad, everything would have been different.
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