Day After Halloween 🎃

You woke up with a pounding headache and felt a weird buzz of electricity through your nerves. You slowly sat up, the sun burning your eyes as you shaded them with your hand. “That’s it…no more Halloween parties for me” you muttered to yourself.

You nailed it with your costume though, it took months but you scoured every thrift store in town and finally pieced together the perfect 18th century outfit, complete with a corset which you thought was the perfect touch.

You heard a foot step behind you and you spun around. Standing behind you was a man dressed like he had been at the party too…but he was aiming a gun at you…a weird looking gun at that, it looked like it was from a museum.

“Taking your character a little too serious aren’t you?” you said…”what’s with the gun?” you chuckled. But he didn’t think it was funny. He stood motionless, keeping the barrel of the old fashioned gun pointing at you.

“Ok…well have you seen my phone?” you rummage through your skirt pockets but come up empty. “Or can I use your phone?” you ask.

The man cocks the gun, and it jolts your heart…now you were scared. The man finally speaks, a thick British accent comes out “Tell me who you are and how you got here” the man scours. “and what is the phone you ask of?” He pronounced the word phone like he had never said it before.

You took a closer look around and started to shake…where were the houses from the neighborhood? Where were the cars? The streets? The rest of the people? And most alarming, where was the noise of the city? It was all gone…and it was silent.

Your grandmother always told you that on Halloween night the veil between the living and the dead was thinnest, and it could be possible to time travel at that point…if you did it right.

You slowly started to wonder if it worked. You look at the man and slowly step forward, shaking …”where am I? And what…what year is this?”

“Your in the English countryside ma’am. The year is 1743. I am John Price, at your service”.

You faint.