The Ghost of Halloween Past by Elsa

After a few more hours, Callum rubbed his eyes and left his office and took a shower. Getting ready for bed, he heard people outside trick or treating. He flinched as he had when Fiona touched when he heard the doorbell ring.

As if realizing the occupants inside didn’t want to be bothered, the bell stopped ringing. Callum relaxed and continued to his room. A few seconds later, the ringing doorbell continued. Stomping down the hall with a scowl, Callum opened the door but no one was there. There was no one on the street at all. A cool breeze fell over Callum, making him shiver on the cold, Halloween night. Shutting the door, he locked it, putting the double bolts on just for safety. He then turned on the alarm knowing Fiona had a key and knew the code to shut off the alarm when she came home.

Going back to his room, Callum saw that there were lights on. He narrowed his eyes knowing he had shut them off. Slowing his steps, Callum entered the room and saw no one was there. He shut the light off and went in the bed, turning on his side. A moment later the light turned on again. “Whoever the hell you are, stop tormenting me!” He said in an angry whisper.

“Why would I want to do that, Callum? You like to make everyone around you miserable.”

That voice…. Callum sat up quickly and paled at the sight of the woman who had haunted his dreams for the last two years. “Calisto,” he said on a harsh out take of breath. At her serene smile and nod, Callum shook his head. “No! I’m dreaming, in a minute I’ll wake up and you will be gone.”

Sadly, Calisto, dressed up in her angel costume she died in, shook her head. “That’s what everyone likes to believe, Callum, but you know it’s not true.” As she took a step toward the bed, Callum tripped over the sheets to get away, not wanting to believe what he was seeing. “Yes, I am here, Callum, and I am going to show you the error of your ways.”

Callum shook his head but the room changed turning into the living room of his childhood living room. Callum seen himself as a small boy, chocolate dripping off his face. One of his friends had said something to him, making the young Callum laugh, showing a gap between his front teeth.

“You looked so happy,” Calisto said with a bright smile.

“I was a child then,” Callum said, crossing his arms over his chest. “At that time I didn’t know what evils lurked in the world.

Sighing Calisto put a hand on his shoulder and brought him back to his room. “Fine then, if you won’t let yourself feel, I will leave.” And with that, she was gone in a puff of smoke.