The Halloween Party

I had been looking forward to Henry’s Halloween party all year.  I had missed his party the last two years because of unforeseen circumstances.  I was determined to have the best time and to win the costume contest.  The main requirement of the costume party was everyone had to make everything.  Sewing machines whirred year round in preparation.  The glue guns stayed hot for hours on end.  Most of my costumes revolved around space and aliens after growing up in Roswell and this year I was determined to be the best space cowboy I could. 

I spent all of October watching every horror movie I could get my hands on while I glued sequins onto my costume.  The winner always won a thousand dollars and this was the first year I was in desperate need of the money.  Several poor choices led me to where I was today, but I knew I had a good chance to win. As long as Dotty didn’t show up. A budding fashion designer, Dotty was a master of designing costumes and I could only hope and pray she wouldn’t be able to attend the party. When the day of the party finally arrived, I woke up sick to my stomach. I knew this was the day of my reckoning, the day that decided whether I would survive or not. I wasn’t expecting to wake up to my costume being ripped to shreds by the feral cats my roommate let in while I was sleeping.