Roxanne glanced down at the four pumpkins. When Ellen saw the expression on her face, she asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Have you any idea of what Halloween is really about?”
Ellen shook her head, thinking, no, but I bet you’re going to tell me. “It’s a harmless tradition in my family. The kids look forward to trick and treating every year. And they look great in their costumes.”
Roxanne’s chest swelled. “Well, it’s not a harmless tradition as so many think. It’s a pagan tradition called Festival of the Dead. It begins at the end of October and ends at the beginning of November. Souls of the dead and fairies cross into our world on Halloween. Once here, they’re up to no good, because their reasons for crossing often involves vengeance on the living. In order to hide their identities and protect themselves from vengeful souls and fairies, people dressed in various costumes and masks. If I were you, Ellen, I wouldn’t have anything to do with Halloween.”
Ellen remained calm. “Thanks, Roxanne for your concern. Was there anything else?”
Roxanne shook her head.
“Well, goodnight, then.”
“Good night.”
Ellen closed the door. “Kids, time to go trick and treating!”
200 Words
I’m not a Halloween fan, but I was curious about its origins.
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