Let him go alone, you let you son go trick or treating by himself. He is 10 now, and you feel he is responsible enough. You tell him to stay on your block or the next. It’s a safe neighborhood, or that’s what you have always believed. When you look out the window all you see is the commotion of demons, pumpkins and pirates walking door to door in search of candy. Everything seems to innocent, so calm and a sense of happiness. You let him walk off the porch to the sidewalk where people already flocked to get the glorious-ness of sweet candy. You stay at home watching the football game and to pass out the candy. the good old fall vibe seeped in your soul and you feel a wave of calmness as he walks away to meet with his friends. an hour passed and still you feel the calmness that you did before, but it wasn’t until it was way past 10 that you feel a sense of dread and fear dwell in you. For years you feel the regret of sending you son off all alone, he’s long gone. You can’t figure out why everyone else in the asylum calls you crazier than them. You insist that you have a son, but your family deny it. Are you crazy? You don’t know.
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