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The Real Story of Halloween and then...
"The Merry-go-Round." by Aussie

My voracious appetite for knowledge has led me to finding the real Halloween. Australians don't really celebrate like Americans. No trick or treat, sad you say? Not really, some of our kids dress up in capes and pretend to be ghosts or goolies. Not much door knocking for candies (we call them sweets.) And so, here is the real Halloween.

Halloween is a pagan rite buried in the mists of time. Dating back to the Celtic Druids that escaped church suppression. Today, modern witches and pagans continue to celebrate this ancient festival. It is said if you let your kids go trick-or-treating, you will be sending them out to worship the devil and pagan gods. What a lot of rubbish!

Let your kids have some fun, they are only kids once. I guess American kids look forward to Halloween.

The origins of Halloween are, in fact, very Christian and rather American. Halloween falls on October 31 because of a pope. It's observances are the result of medieval Catholic piety.
The ancient Celts of Britain and Ireland celebrated a minor festival on Oct. 31 - as they did on the last day of most other months of the year. However, Halloween falls on the last day of October because the Feast of All Saints or "All Hallows" falls on Nov. 1. Are you confused yet.? But wait, there's more!

Hallow (from the Lord's prayer "hallowed be thy name") this feast was in honour of all the saints in heaven. This is how we come to the modern word Hallow-ween. The Catholic Church loves its saints. I'm thinking if they don't have one they would be lost.

I could bore you with more names, dates and places but I know you look forward to your day of celebration and not a history lesson.
Moving right along, every young trick or treater knows, dressing up isn't the point. Stuffing one's face with candies is!

"Trick or treat" is perhaps the oldest and most American addition to Halloween, and is the unwilling addition of English Catholics. Be afraid, be very afraid...

During the penal period of the 1500s to the 1700s in England, Catholics had no legal rights. They could not hold office and were subject to fines, jail and heavily taxed. It was a capital offense to say Mass, and hundreds of priests were hung, burnt and sometimes drawn and quartered...what a bloody mess!

Moving right along to not forgetting Halloween, now I'm confused with all this Church dogma. Sooner have a candy right now.

The mixture of various immigrant traditions you know as Halloween had become a fixture in the United States by the early 1800s. To this day it remains unknown in Europe, even in the countries from which some of the customs originated.

What about witches? Well, they are one of the additions. The greeting card industry added them in the late 1800's. Halloween was already "ghoulish", so why not give them a place on greeting cards? The Halloween card failed, but the witches stayed. So, too, in the late 1800sm ill-informed folklorists introduced the Jack-o'-lantern (pumpkin.) that you cut out with a face and add a candle; to make things scary. In actual fact, lamps made from turnips, not pumpkins had been part of ancient Celtic harvest festivals, Americans came up with the pumpkin idea!

Now, I will start my chilling tale of ghosts and goolies on Halloween Eve.

The Merry-go-Round.

The Candy Striper skipped along the broken sidewalk. The children from Wake Street followed with delight. She then disappeared into the fog that was enveloping the little town.

The small town of Creaming harboured more than just the live residents. Every Halloween the children went from door to door begging candies. On the other side of the parallel universe, ghosts and goolies were dressing themselves from days past ready to assault the real world.

John and Eliza French were young and adventurous, "trick-or-treaters." They had no fear of rumours that enveloped their town.They just wanted a bag of sweets. Already they were late home. The Candy Striper stood on the corner of Balmy street, beckoning the children to follow her. She died in 1930. Crushed to death by a garbage truck. The innocent's followed her just like the other children never seen again on Halloween Eve.

On the other side of town next to the children's school, the creaking of the rusty and long-dead merry-go-round began to move faster as the lights came on and the calliope played wonderful music. The plaster horses danced up and down and the children on-board laughed with glee. Dante Park was alive again.

"C'mon Eliza," John tugged at her hand.
"We'll get into trouble for being late home," she cried.

By now, the ghosts and goolies had made Dante Park their meeting place for fun and games of the dead kind.

Witches and warlocks, goblins and ghosts of long dead murderers, saints and sinners alike. All dressed up in Halloween suits of red and green, funny hats, some carried real hammers and swords, ready for the sacrifices to come. Druids carried lamps made from turnips.

The sound of the calliope with its' happy music made John and Eliza smile. They galloped towards the gaily spinning and brightly lit merry-go-round.

"Welcome, welcome my dears," the candy striper offered candied fruit to the children. She grinned through black teeth and her happy face started to melt. The children were too engrossed to even notice.

"Oh, look John," Eliza pointed to the huge bonfire with all the druids standing around.
A witch offered honey cakes that were spiked. The children stuffed their faces even more. Gluttony seemed part of the Halloween celebrations.

Visions crossed the children's eyes as the narcotic effect started to kick in. They didn't see horrible people, they saw beauty beyond compare and they were totally hooked. Their bags of sweets collected from "trick or treat' dropped to the grassy knoll.

Meanwhile, in the forest behind the gigantic merry-go round, angels and tiny fairies gathered waiting for the children, watching intently for any signs of malevolent behaviour from the other side of the abyss.

The merry-go-round slowed and the sleepy, stupefied children walked trance-like towards it. The Halloween ghouls rubbed their rubber-like hands together, they wanted the innocents to join their merry band of hellish existences. Young, innocent blood was most important for spells and they loved sacrifices, especially the dead Druids and Zombies!

A large, hairy Inn-Keeper took Eliza's hand and a small gnome-like figure took John's hand; leading them both to the merry-go-round and certain death.

"Come, my beauties, ride the horses to eternity," the Inn-Keeper chuckled as he dribbled blood from his gaping maw into his long-dead beard.

"Happy Halloween!" The dead shouted as the children reached the now-still merry-go-round.

Swiftly, tiny lights buzzed around the children and the fairies formed a net of protection. The long-dead wailed in protest.

John and Eliza slumped to the grass and the fairies danced a circle around them.
The un-dead started hacking into each other, greenish blood splattered the merry-go-round. Hammers cracked skulls, swords cut heads from bodies. Heads rolled around laughing. Witches and Warlocks pulled their hair out. And then they gaped at the vision before them...

The Angels lifted the sleeping children and carried them to their house in Wake street. Placing them gently into their beds, leaving their "trick or treat" sweets on their bedside tables.

Back at Dante Park, the ghosts and ghouls stood silently, swaying in the presence of the Archangel Uriel.

"Be Gone, ye dead. Back to the underworld." Uriel opened his wings to a span of eighteen feet. Dust swirled and the park lights came back on, shining on the silent, rusted old merry-go-round.

Halloween Horror contest entry

Author Notes
Contest entry: My thanks to Father Augustine Thompson , O.P. His religious knowledge was invaluable when he wrote Halloween: The Real Story. I wanted to let readers into the past history of Halloween. I have followed his notes with my own story, sorry for the blood all over the page! :-) enjoy.
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