Brenda and Phil Rutter were Halloween folk. They didn’t have children of their own, but the local kids loved to visit them at Halloween. They went to great lengths every year to decorate their farm for the occasion. Old and young stopped by to pass the time and enjoy the home-made treats and hot apple cider.
The welcoming roadside display encouraged everyone to stop by and linger. Brenda and Phil sat on the porch, dressed for the part, wearing a different costume every year. It became a family tradition for the locals, a tradition that started in 1957.
The Rutter’s farm at Halloween became a tradition, passed down through families.
Because of heavy Halloween face paints, and baggy costumes, no one ever noticed that Brenda and Phil had not aged. No one saw them during the day, or any other time of the year for that matter, but every Halloween, regular as clockwork, they were there.
The first time Susie visited this Halloween haven with her parents was in 1983. She was six. She loved it and begged to go back every year, rain or shine, until she was thirteen and it wasn’t ‘cool’ anymore.
In 2010 Susie had a child of her own, and whilst visiting her parents one year for Halloween, decided to carry on the family tradition and take little Jane to visit the Rutter’s. It was a crisp cold night, but worth the trip. Susie stood back and took photos as Jane ran up the steps onto the porch.
“Hi there, remember me? I am Susie, the Thomas’s little girl. This is Jane, my daughter.” she shouted, unable to get too close because of the children swarming around them, helping themselves to Candy.
The couple gave her a mechanical wave. “Happy Halloween” they said, just as they always did. Then they looked back at the children, smiling and waving at them as they left with their spoils.
Jane came back down the porch steps with a bag full of candy. “Come on mommy, let’s go home it’s cold.” she said.
“But sweetie, we just got here, don’t you want to stay a while?”
“No mommy, it smells bad.” She said. “I don’t think I like it here”
“OK just one more photo, go sit on the step”
Jane nervously sat on the porch step, forcing a smile, but looking uncomfortable. Immediately after the camera flashed, she got up and ran right past her mother, not stopping until she reached the gate.
“Kids” Susie thought as she ran after her.
Jane was quiet on the journey home, and as soon as she got back to her Grandparents house, she dropped her candy in the trash……………….part two coming soon!
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