So on Hallowe’en I’m in the bathroom getting ready to take a shower, and I hear this thunk on the window. I turn around and there’s a cat on the window sill. Exactly the same size and colouring as our tabby cat except with an elongated narrow face and huge eyes, and it starts doing that horrible hissing gaping-mouth thing that nasty cats do. After a few seconds it jumps down and runs away and I haven’t seen it anywhere since. I’ve more or less decided that it was our cat possessed by some púca.
Later on our cat turns up with a large gash over its eye so I guess it’s a zombie cat now or Teen Wolf or something.
For the time that there were people in our house on the night there was not one trick or treater. Spooooky.
When I dropped friends off at about one o’ clock and drove home across dark country roads I felt noticeably un-creeped out. Not one firework went off. I got home and there were no teenagers singing in my hedges. No bonfire in the field next door. Deathly silence. Totally dark. Spooooky. Did Hallowe’en even happen? I mean in the drunk and disorderly sense.