This is in response to a writing assignment here
The challenge was to write a story using these words (Haunted, theory, relative, transparent, physical, surprise, night, music, surreal, fright, scream, dark, sinister, grim reaper) as someone who just moved here.
I used my mixed feelings about my donated car being picked up today to get things started
Here's the results:
The hardest part was leaving behind my car. Of all the things that were difficult when moving from another county - adjusting to a different culture, different way of driving (the other side o the road - what's up with that?), having to get a new drivers license and all of that but the hardest part much to my SURPRISE (i'll capitalize the words as I use them) was leaving behind my beloved truck.
But soon other events made me forget, for a while about my DARK blue truck.
Apparently there's some event here in American called Halloween? Not sure what it's really all about except that it's not something we had back in my homeland.
At first I was quited confused when kids - and some adults - came to my new apartment all NIGHT. One was dressed as the GRIM REAPER and yet asked - as they all did - "trick or treat?"
At first I offered to show some tricks I knew, like how I can make a penny disappear but it quickly became TRANSPARENT that they didn't really want the trick, rather they wanted the treat.
This led to confusion about what constitutes said "treat." Apparently they wanted candies that tasted good which seemed odd since their focus for this holiday seemed to be on things DARK and SINISTER. First I offered things I thought fit that tone like a banana that was rotting (hey, it's dark, right?) but that got a reaction that made it look like they'd call the cops and I didnt want my immigration papers messed up so I offered some peaches which is a RELATIVE of the banana yet more tastey but again they didn't want it. They wanted candy.
OK, fine, I told them, I got in my new car - and the whole drive to and from the store I was missing my old car.
Well, when I got back I decided to try to adjust to this odd holiday.
So I did some quick decorating to make my apartment look HAUNTED and when they knocked on my door I may have confused matters when I looked at their costumes and screamed my lungs out. Apparently the custom is to say "oh, you look scary!" or "you gave me a FRIGHT!" or "how cute" but not to actually SCREAM or appear frightened. What an odd people.
I tried one last THEORY - I put on what I considered scary MUSIC, an Italian opera about killing which I thought surely fit the mood.
Not only did this not go over well but would you believe I was the only one in the apartment complex to get a noise ordinance violation. I swear my music - and mine was true music none of that garbage others listen to - was no louder than the others but it's discrimination against the unfamiliar is what it is.
Anyway next year I will know what to do for Halloween - I'll have the candy and I'll act scared but not scream and if I have music it will be "American" music.
So that's how I learned how, as they say, you "roll," in this country.