Happy Halloween by Colin P. Davies Clouds had gathered and darkened in the cleft between the distant mountains until heavy and black thestorm burst out upon the yellow fields. The rain swept towards me rattled through the trailer parksurged across the railway and rushed headlong up the tidy avenues of our suburb. The view that couldmake me believe in people and the future was shrouded in a hopeless gray.By the time the leaves above and around me began to whisper and hiss to the arrival of the raindrops mycheeks were already wet.From my perch in the tree I could see water washing down the roof of my house coursing along thegutter and spilling from the broken down-pipe. Dad should not have let things get this bad. He shouldhave been on the landlord’s back or fixed it himself. But now he didn’t care about the house.I felt the bruises on my arms.Now he didn’t care about anything.The rain grew heavier and colder. I knew I had to get down.I took a firm grip and felt for the lower branches with my foot. Rain streamed into my eyes and I wasstruggling to find my next foothold when the world lit up and thunder exploded overhead. My fingersslipped. Something struck my back my shoulder my head...I fell into blackness. The skeleton was one of those alloy jobs from Wal-Mart with the Interim Mark 4 brain and independentmotor control in the fingers. I recognized it straight away — I’d been fascinated by animatronics since Iwas six and had an extensive knowledge of makes and models and systems. It had been a best sellersome years back until the recall. Official explanations cited a battery fault and gyroscope malfunctionbut the rumor I heard was that a skeleton killed a kid and made a Halloween lantern out of his head. Ididn’t believe it but it was a fun tale to tell on a spooky All Hallows evening