1

“Emergency report! Please pay attention! It’s Halloween today, and our Mr. Halloween, the serial killer is still wanted. Please stay at home with the doors and windows locked. Never try to walk on the street tonight. Again, NEVER EVER leave your home…”

“That’s hilarious. You see, nowadays, it’s been too easy for your guys to be the host since the ‘LIVE SHOW’ is just a joke, hum?” I asked the hostess, who is now frightened like a little sheep. “Now, lady, it’s the time.” Despite her yelling, I started my crafting.

I have to say, due to those lotions and gels applied on this face, maybe with some sheep placenta extract underneath, the beautiful lady’s face is the most suitable I have ever seen for my masterpiece. But, Oh! “Her d**n blood sprayed on my breast!” The perfect masterpiece is immediately not so perfect for me. Maybe another will be good enough.

“That’s to say, Americans are too free to be restrained by those Emergency Report or something.” Outside my house, children are frolicking happily with multiple costumes under those dazzling neon lights. Those middle-aged men, even they are already greasier than the fries in their mouths, still drinking and trying to hook up beautiful girls with terribly contrived words. What a Halloween night! Sitting down to a coffee table, I know I will be the next for those greasy balls.

“Hey, beauty. Break up tonight? Trust me, I will yield you an unforgettable night!” Starting with the man without hair, well-clad, with a pair of eyeglasses in front of his eyes.

“OK. Make me crazy tonight, please.” I answered in a sexy voice near his ear and I can see he is erected, “Don’t let me down, honey.”

2

Soviet Union, that was what I had been heard for times recently. My father, who failed in his first attempt to start his own business, always swore that the senate and the White House is the vampire who keep sucking we citizens’ blood without spitting out even a scrap of bone. “Those damn fucking pigs. F**k?Clinton, f**k the White House. F**k the Corporation America!” On reaching the peak, he tossed out his beer bottle right in front of my feet as I just open the door of our house, “Dad, I want a pumpkin lantern, please.” And I just couldn’t hold back the words even I saw his twisted face.

He was angry. He was purple with rage and gave me a big shot on my head, almost killed me. “And f**k you such a slutty w*or*! If I’d been given for a boy, then how can my life be like that?! It’s all because of you!!!” I was hurt. I was dizzy. I felt like I wanna cry as my heart was bleeding. But I knew I couldn’t. I had seen the “mundane” matters for many times. I always remember how this bastard cut out my mum’s hairs and spanked her even harder when my mum was crying to beg him not to beat her. But, all I just want was a pumpkin lantern. A pumpkin lantern. Was I wrong? Was I a slutty w**re?

Now, I know that I did do something wrong. I asked my dad for a lantern, not myself.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” I pointed at the “pumpkin lantern” over my head, “he is my father.”

3

I know his heart must break as soon as he heard my story when I saw him at the first glance. He grabbed me into his warm embrace like a cradle I have never slept in before. But there is no one except myself who knows how painful my mother and I were when the old bastard was alive. His embrace is so warm and sweet that I almost give up my crazy idea—just kidding.

His bold head makes it so easy for me to use my dear electric saw. I don’t need to worry it get stuck by women-like long hair. He didn’t struggle. He didn’t show his fear at all. He didn’t even shout as though he was willing to act as the material of my craft. It’s hard to say that was love since we’ve only known for each other for hours. But this kind of calm, like a devotion, still shocked me. As it started from the ecstasy because of the appearance to the empathy due to an injured soul inside. Or, it was just beyond his expectation that Mr. Halloween is not “Mister” Halloween. These police are the same type of man as my dad. They take it for granted that a serial killer should be a man.

That’s why this lantern is always my favorite. It, no, he will always be my favorite even if I have to say goodbye to the world someday.

4

It’s five to twelve now. The annual Halloween comes to its end. It would be her 50th Halloween if my mother were alive. Looking back on these years, I killed people annually, carving their heads according to the pumpkin lantern. I am bored. I am tired. And now it turned out that all what I have done pay off. I was crying, without worry and fear.

?Holding my masterpiece on my hand, I know it should be the last Halloween for me as Mr. Halloween. However, for my mother, it would be the first Halloween I celebrated together with her.

“Goodbye, Mr. Halloween.” I turned on the electric saw.

5

“Holy shit! It’s f**king terrible. It seems like the girl was another prey of Mr. Halloween. How could he bear to kill such a gorgeous girl?” Said a young policeman.

“No time to swear. All we have to do is to put this psycho into the jail.” The officer said and talked on the intercom, “Another victim was found together with all the missing people. Please come here immediately. ”

It must be the headline of November 1st.