FROM THE VAULT OF CRANKY part II
Halloween is around the corner. There is nothing like a good scary Halloween story so I went into the vault of stuff my mom saved for some unknown reason, and I found two Halloween stories from my cranky youth.
Without further ado, I submit unedited, the second story, dated Oct. 30, 1957:
MY WEIRD BROTHER
Most of the time on Halloween night I have fun but this year I had to take my brother Melvin out. I always thought he was weird but tonight he proved it. When we knocked at the first door My brother turned to me drulling and his fangs grew. I told him to stop playing but he only tried to bite me. This could cause preblums, after all what would you do if your brother was a were-wolf. I ran home and told mom but didn’t believe me, she just kept saying stop joking and have a piece of candy. Their wasn’t any thing to do so I took the candy and ran. As I left the house I saw my brother he was normal again. I took him to the police and told them of my proplum and suggested they take him to the zoo or something but they only said gowan home kid. As I left the police station I turned and my brother almost bit my nose off Hear we go again. After an hour of chaceing around I went into my house again. I pleaded whith my mother to take Melven to the zoo or something like that. But she only gave me anouther piece of candy. Now this was getting serous , after all Melven was chaseing around and mom was handing candy around. But it was good so I took it and ran again. After a while it was twelve oclock and my brother was normal again. After that I got out of bed and got some candy but it was not nearly as good as in the dream.
I found myself in bed it was all a dream.
(Most of young Cranky’s stories seem to end up as a dream.)