Alan Monroe: A Narrative Fiction

You've had enough beer already.” the old woman said, calling back to the old man. “Besides, it's getting late and Halloween will be over soon anyway. The kids on the street are already starting to dwindle.” “All the reason to have one more beer!” whined the old man. “No!” shouted the old woman from the porch as she stood next to the pumpkins who were trying desperately not to give themselves up by laughing. “Ah... you're no fun.” said the old man throwing up a hand in the air in a show of frustration. “You say you're fun...but you are no fun.” “Well, now that he's cut off, he should settle down and be just about done for the evening.” Henry said in a low voice once the old woman ducked into the house. “Yeah, it …show more content…
Finally Ali agreed saying, “Fine. I will go on with my story.” “His name is Alan Monroe but some kids now him as a clown, others a magician. We knew him as a cowboy.” Alan Monroe always had a thing for Halloween. Maybe, it was the candy or the dressing up, but Alan didn't think so. Alan had always known what it was. It was the death. It was the one day a year where it’s been said that the dead could come back to roam the earth. Also, it happened to be the one day a year were Alan could get away with thinking and even acting out his disgustingly depraved thoughts without feeling guilty about them. To Alan, Halloween was nothing more than a free pass. A pass he'd get once a year that would allow him immunity to let his true self come forward and torment the world. Alan had always been a runt as a child because of his weakened immune system. He was a foot short for his age and where other children were able to go outside and play even on colder days. Alan had to stay indoors for fear coming down with pneumonia, or something equally as bad which had landed him in the hospital several times …show more content…
He had drowned a ten-year-old boy named Colin Matthews in the creek not far from his house after he'd smacked Colin on the head with a brick. It happened to be winter time and when the police found Colin's body under the ice... they determined wrongly that it was an accident. That Colin had slipped on the ice and hit his head on the ground before slipping into the water. The close call with getting caught scared and thrilled Alan at the same time, and from that moment forward he knew he had to be more careful. Over the years since that first murder, Alan had continued in his sickening downward spiral into insanity. He had convinced himself that by killing his victims on Halloween—Devils’ Night—he was somehow not responsible for his actions... That, the killings he would partake in would somehow be out of his control because it was Halloween and therefore not his fault. Alan Monroe had even picked up the clown costume that he’d decided he would go as this Halloween from a local party store. He had figured dressing up like a happy clown would be a good lure that would attract children to him, plus the make-up would work well at disguising his