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PART 2

You’re still there? Very brave. Listen carefully and hang on tight:

I can still see myself in my bedroom, two days previously, standing in front of the pile of costumes and accessories that covered my bed. I was making a very important decision: what should I dress up as for the upcoming party? I had already rejected several character ideas, including the devil (too ridiculous, with its red tights), Frankenstein’s monster (I was still a few centimetres too short), and the mummy (the bandages never stay on the whole time).

I bent over to pick up the accessories that had fallen at my feet. My eyes came across my fancy slippers – two big tufts of coarse fur crowned by startlingly realistic plastic claws – and I suddenly had a moment of clarity: of course! This year would be the year of the werewolf!

Eureka! I thought. There’s a great idea! I then got busy thinking about what I already had and what I would have to find or buy first thing in the morning, namely a decent mask to pick up from my favourite costume shop and a friend’s sister’s coat made of fake yak fur.

Before I forget. You must have guessed which celebration I’m talking about: Halloween of course. That time of year – the night of October thirty-first – has always been my favourite, way ahead of Christmas, and there is no reason for that to change. I was contaminated when I was small, so small that I don’t even remember the exact age. I must have been bitten by a vampire one night…

I prepare for it at least a month in advance, getting decorations out of the attic and slowly transforming the cosy nest that is my room into a horror museum, while my horrified mother watches.

I had even tried to invade the rest of the house by replacing Mozart’s bust on the mantel with a grinning pumpkin (a real one that I had carved myself), but my mum hadn’t appreciated the change. You will do me the service of keeping your nonsense to yourself, she had said, before throwing the unfortunate squash in the bin.

Too bad.

Anyway, the spirit of Halloween slips into every room of the house, one by one – including the toilet – because during this time, I have great fun only wearing my black T-shirts and orange socks. (I only have three pairs, but I wear each one for two days in a row…). And that, my mum never notices, hehe...

But let’s get back to the issue at hand: werewolves.

(Go to PART 3)

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(C) 2015-16 Jérémie Cassiopée

Illustration: Marzena Pereida Piwowar

Translation from the original French: Emilie Watson-Couture and the author.

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