How hard it was to get through those times since you are no longer there. Seeing children on the street in costume, dressed in an infinite number of outfits to suit the celebration. Halloween was since then, a forbidden word for me. A word that meant pain, absence, sadness, and fear.

I look out the window of my house and I see the noise of the children who go hand in hand with their parents, knocking on the doors to ask for candy, something very typical of this day.

Some call it a witch's day, everyone dresses up in honor of the dead. And that this celebration is about that, to honor the spirit of those who are gone. Although in many countries they use it with connotations of terror and all that it encompasses.

Vampires, witches, goblins, macabre clowns, dark things, in short, people dress up, party, have fun dressed in terrifying things. I never liked any of that, you knew that when you met me.

You loved horror stories, I suffered a lot from that, I never liked to share that taste of yours. However, love is all-powerful and I used to sit next to you many times, watching films that made my hair stand on end and scared the hell out of me.

That day of Halloween we were invited to that party where you forced me to go. I didn't want to, my body rejected it but, all for you, I did everything to please you. I dressed up as a vampire, you were playing the macabre clown, the one from the movies that you forced me to watch, and that terrified me.

We arrived at the place, dark energy froze my skin, an icy breeze, one of those I didn't like to feel. Strange people, dressed in suits alluding to the event, but macabre. At times I felt like running and leaving that place.

It was at that moment that the door closed behind us. I felt fear, a lot of fear, I could not explain why. Suddenly I looked for you in the crowd and I didn't see you. Many strange people came to me wanting to grab me, called you and you were not there, suddenly I saw you there, in the middle of the room, bloody, with a lost and red look, it was not you, really it was not you anymore.

All those people looked at me and I only managed to run, the door did not want to open and those dark hands were coming towards me, you, with your hands full of blood too. I shouted and shouted, pushing the door until I could finally get out and ran desperately, I do not know how many kilometers running away from that place, from those macabre people and, the most painful thing, from you.

I woke up that day in a hospital ward, I didn't even want to say what happened to me, I preferred to keep quiet. They told me they found me passed out on the side of a road and presumed it was fatigue.

Today I remember and my mind for years, two years, has wanted to erase this painful and macabre story. I lock myself in my room, with my eyes full of tears. I want this day to pass, a day to forget.

Children knock on the door asking for candy, I put my head on my pillow, I take my pill, I just want to sleep, not remember that, that was a Halloween to forget.

Thanks to the beloved community of @thealliance, to @enginewitty and @latino.romano, for helping to make these beautiful spaces of expression exist and to be able to share our creativity every week with diverse themes.

I was absent for several weeks, due to problems with the electrical service and the internet in my city. Today I return with this participation at the wrong time for the contest, but I wanted to do it to retake the dynamics.