The Park:
Halloween was an excuse. I loved my leviathan symbol pointed
hoody, any excuse to wear it was a good one. I love how the symbol rubs people
the wrong way, especially religious folks. I dressed up as a devil worshiper for
the last couple of years, but whatever, Hail Satan.
My friends loved to dress up too, one wore a Mickey Mouse
mascot head, one wore a skeleton mascot head and one wore a devil mascot head.
The costume store that went out of business last year had some great mascot
rentals. Little Shania wore her pumpkin jacket and leaf leggings.
The devil worshiper makeup was easy, dark circles,
upside-down cross on the forehead and a plastic ritual dagger. Devil worship
was one of those adult moments we had as kids, it was just like Santa, another
adult delusion that never paid off. Turns out you can’t really sell your soul
to the Devil or summon demons with geometric rites or words. We tried like four
different times, no Satan, nothing but the feeling we had been duped by adults.
The 5 of us arrived within 2 minutes of each other, me with
Shania first, the Devil and Skeleton together and Mickey Mouse was last. We
hung out by the park often. The park was halfway between my house and Mickey
Mouse’s house. We walked 15 minutes to the richer houses, like creatures in a
nature show. A narrator could have pinned down our behaviors from an overhead
perspective: “Here you can see the Halloween tribes returning after a long year
of isolation, eager to consume the fresh resources of the suburban oasis.” We eyed other gathering groups, whole legions
of pop-culture icons, some already carrying bags of delicious sugar variants.
They went from house to house collecting the larger than
typical candy bars until their bags were full. The kids finished their collection
and headed back to the park before heading home. The park was dark when they
stumbled to the entrance. They were taking their time, they had the evening to
themselves. They found themselves walking around the park, their sugar-filled
legs knowing the paths and trails in headless habit.
In one of the clearings, behind a fallen snag, little Shania
had found a body.
A man was slumped over, dirty hair and neglected clothes said they were homeless. The eyes were closed, and at first the shadows made the body look like a pile of leaves. Wisps of white hair were found around the body, the silver strands reflecting in the moonlight.
The Devil had flashlight and the kids all watched as one
spotlight driven eye. Mickey Mouse and the Skeleton poked her with a stick, he
was soft still.
Little Shania was the voice of reason. She whispered softly,
breaking the silence “If anyone finds this, we won’t have Halloween anymore.”
The kids all looked at each other, the shadowed flashlight revealing the doubts
and thoughts. Shania elaborated, “They won’t let us go out without supervision
if they find this body in the woods. They will be too afraid.”
The kids sat in the nighttime stage, the air growing colder.
The flashlight reflected the thoughts of the group. At first the flashlight was
glued to the man’s body, scanning his exposed skin. Then the flashlight scanned
nearby flat areas, places with branches or tree limbs. Dirty sneaker was found
nearby and a large empty canvas backpack. The flashlight wandered a little, but came
back to the body, the moment had snared the children.
The crossroads was before them. At one turn there was the
easy way, do nothing, go home and wait for their world to grow smaller with the
limitations of adults. The other turn was dirty. Like with firecrackers and
spray paint, you had to get rid of the evidence.
Little Shania was the only one that spoke, “Grab the backpack
and shoe and throw it over here, we need to bury him.” There was no argument,
the Pointed Hoody and Mickey Mouse got to work, they were the oldest and
strongest and the least overwhelmed by the sight of death. Both had seen dead
rats, dogs, and cats.
This was the first time the Devil had seen a dead body, it
was the first time seeing a dead person. The Devil held his little tail and the
flashlight as the scene burned into his brain, disposable people, death and the first step into adulthood, a shared secret.