I hope you enjoy this Halloween story. It's going to be a beautiful 31 days of Halloween. Have a safe Halloween.
The road in front of him was illuminated faintly from the eerie glow of the full moon. If it weren't for the moon and his truck's bright lights, he would be plunged into a world of darkness, unable to see clearly. The long stretch of the highway was eerily quiet and there were no other cars or trucks. There usually was. But he was alone.
It's a dark night and you're safe in bed. You think nothing can harm you in your own bed. You're drifting asleep, thinking about a creak. The house always creaks sometimes. It's normal as it's settling around you as if the house is breathing and alive. Your room is illuminated by a trusty nightlight. You also believe that the nightlight is your safety along with your trusty 'Dream Catcher', where good dreams pass through, but bad dreams get stuck in the web to be 'dissolved' by the morning sun.
2018 was a very memorable year of 'accidents' and 'incidents'. This was supposed to be a good year of good tidings and cheerfulness. A whole new chapter to experience. This wasn't the case with my family and I. January presented us with Listeria from an ice cream recall.
I always celebrate the holidays with buying my bearded dragon lizard gifts, my Mom gifts, and myself gifts. I spend a little time wrapping each gift and putting them under a tree.
I once had a gerbil named Jeffrey and we all called him Jeffy. He was an albino gerbil who had the run of the house. You couldn't help but love the little guy because he was so fun to have around. He was a sweet boy. Smart and I mean smart. He was so smart that he knew how to get out of his tank and leave it. I've awoken to hearing him run around his tank in the middle of the night and climbing up on his water bottle, trying to get out. This goofy boy knew how to squeeze himself out and didn't care if the height of the tank was far off the ground. He'd make to the floor and run around as if he owned the house. You would think a gerbil wouldn't be so smart, but they are. They are capable of learning quickly, especially when you're not home to stop them from leaving the tank. Jeffy decided that during the day when everyone was away, he'd climb out of his tank and go exploring around the house. At which time, Dollie, the only dog we had at the time, followed him into the master bedroom. He hid in the closest and Dollie lay there, watching him. This little sweetheart waited until someone came and got him. When my Mom and Dad came home, they weren't sure what was in the closet because of Dollie. So they opened the closest door and to their surprise was the silly gerbil, standing on his hind legs, looking at them. Apparently, Jeffy had braved through the house, all the while, keeping Dollie on her toes? Who knows? He was all right. But he sure loved to tell his "mate" Peanut all about his adventure to her. Jeffy was so bright that he would actually be the only gerbil allowed free roam. If he got himself under the washer or dryer, he'd come out for peanut butter. He always had to have peanut butter as a treat! He loved it. Jeffy was a great father and Peanut was a great mother. I went to breeding gerbils for the local pet store in exchange for food, bedding, toys, and sometimes, they'd give me money. The babies were handled daily so they were always hand-trained and used to people. I even babysat Peanut's litter while she got free time from them. She would often check on them, then run around. They'd always fall asleep in my hands. So, they were used to my scent and warmth. It was something nice. The downside with Peanut was? She bit me all the time. Jeffy lived longer than any gerbil around. He lived for six to seven years and Peanut lived for five years. They were given a lot of enrichment, love, and food blocks, seeds, and yogurt treats. Even wood blocks to chew on for their teeth since they grow. You won't find another couple of cute gerbils like Jeffy and Peanut.
One evening just before dinner, a young boy stood outside throwing a yellow tennis ball into the air and catching it with his hand. He tossed it up into the air and then caught it. Upon tossing it up into the air, though, the soft ball disappeared. He looked up and saw a glistening silver object. The ball floated down to him, not tossed. The boy caught the ball and ran from the silver object. He hid behind the trash bins and watched from his hiding space.