Narrative Essay On Alan's Halloween Story
Also, it just so happened to be the one day a year were Alan could get away with thinking and even acting out his disgustingly, depraved thoughts without feeling guilty about them. To Alan, Halloween was nothing more than a free pass. A pass he would get once a year that would allow him immunity to let his true self come forward and he could torment the world. Alan had always been a runt as a child because of his weakened immune system. He was a foot short for his age and where other children were able to go outside and play on colder days, Alan had to stay indoors for fear of coming down with pneumonia. It was an ailment he had a knack for contracting which had landed him in the hospital several times before. As Alan sat forlornly
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Alan had dressed up like a cowboy that night when he poisoned the Duval children—his costume complete with chaps and duel colt 45 cap guns on his hips. Looking the part, he walked up and down the darkened streets of his little town looking for his victims—children unaccompanied by parents. When Alan had come across the Duval kids, he had no problem what-so-ever gaining their attention, especially the smallest and youngest of them, a silly little girl. With a series of rope tricks that Alan performed with his lasso, he kept the brown-haired, brown-eyed little darling glued to him like she was in a trance. It was only when her oldest brother—a cranky little shit—insisted that they be on their way, did Alan tip his hat and then whistle his way into the night’s darkness. But, it weren’t before he had handed each of the kids a candy bar laced with arsenic from his leather satchel. After hearing about how the Duval children becoming violently ill and having suffered horrifically before succumbing to the poison—Alan could hardly contain his giddiness. He then poisoned children again in the same manner the very next year, this time in another state, though. After his scare with Colin Matthews, he made sure he was careful not to stay in the same place for too long, that way he could throw off the authorities. And, his absence only helped to convince the people of the naive little town that the killer had moved
Alan had dressed up like a cowboy that night when he poisoned the Duval children—his costume complete with chaps and duel colt 45 cap guns on his hips. Looking the part, he walked up and down the darkened streets of his little town looking for his victims—children unaccompanied by parents. When Alan had come across the Duval kids, he had no problem what-so-ever gaining their attention, especially the smallest and youngest of them, a silly little girl. With a series of rope tricks that Alan performed with his lasso, he kept the brown-haired, brown-eyed little darling glued to him like she was in a trance. It was only when her oldest brother—a cranky little shit—insisted that they be on their way, did Alan tip his hat and then whistle his way into the night’s darkness. But, it weren’t before he had handed each of the kids a candy bar laced with arsenic from his leather satchel. After hearing about how the Duval children becoming violently ill and having suffered horrifically before succumbing to the poison—Alan could hardly contain his giddiness. He then poisoned children again in the same manner the very next year, this time in another state, though. After his scare with Colin Matthews, he made sure he was careful not to stay in the same place for too long, that way he could throw off the authorities. And, his absence only helped to convince the people of the naive little town that the killer had moved