Moe had just got done at his film studies class; it took place two blocks away from his apartment. Bucharest this time of the year was cold and the first snow fall was not far behind. He was an inspiring film maker and film critic, which he already had many articles about film reviews. Tonight he was going to watch the The Seventh Seal and Ashes and Diamonds so he could write a paper on both of them. His roommate Igor was an artist and a violist. He had his studio at their apartment. He was also his cousin that lived in Bucharest all his life, Moe lived in the Ukraine until he moved here.
Well he came home, and walked in the little apartment, where paints were around and a canvas had a large castle with dark stormy clouds on it. Moe admired it; he thought that Igor was very talented.
“Hey,” Igor came in the room with a cup of tea.
“Hi, this is amazing, it’s very detailed.” He wanted to touch the castle; it looked like the texture was realistic. But it was wet paint and not a good idea. He sometime wised he could paint but then again his calling came from a film camera.
“I actually dreamed it.”
Moe smiled, “You dreamed this, wow.”
“Well tomorrow is Halloween. It works, looks like Dracula’s castle.”
“Oh, yeah tomorrow were watching Dead Ringers in class. I think we should have a movie night, I’ll invite Victoria and Ruth.”
“Ruth, she’s taking her nephew and niece to the countryside for Halloween, but Victoria did call and I invited her over.”
“Good, Moe sat on the red sofa; I still can’t believe this place was so cheap.”
“Me either, it’s very historical.” He sat down also and rested.
Moe smoothed his ravened hair back, his oval mouth yawned, “I’m tired. I still have to watch two films. I’ve seen them before, but you know, those stupid film analysis paper.”
Igor laughed, “Yeah.”
Later that night, Moe was finishing The Seventh Seal, he watched them walk with death, and then turned it off. He was tired and it was past three. Igor was asleep on the couch, his painting was dry now. His fair blond hair was spread about, his ponytail had let loose. Moe let him sleep there and left away in his room. His room was a bed and a dresser full of bland colored clothes.
The Next Day
“Good Morning, or should I say Happy Halloween.” Igor placed a pumpkin cookie on Moe’s plate.
“You made these?” Moe raised his eyebrow.
“No, I bought them at the Café, thought we needed a little spirit in here.”
“I have our horror movies lined up, Nosferatu, Legend of Hell House, and Eyes without a Face.”
“Don’t you have any horror films from Romania?” He joked.
“Well I’m taking world Cinema class, did you know the Legend of Hell House is a British film, Nosferatu is German, and Eyes without a Face is French.”
“Oh, I see.” He bit into the head of a bat.
They both sat in silence until a crash was heard. Moe stood up and looked around the living room to the kitchenette. He saw one of the flower pots by the window crushed.
“Christ, it must have fallen.” Igor walked over and picked up the clay pieces.
“That was weird.”
“Why it was too close to the edge.” He sat the pieces back on the wooden table.
Moe felt uneasy, probably because Halloween did that to people. Then again he didn’t believe in superstitions and other stuff like that.
“You better get to class.” Igor warned him.
“Yeah, I’ll be late.” He walked by the door and turned the knob it wouldn’t open. He yanked it and kicked the door.
“The damn door won’t open.”
Igor gave it a try and it opened up, “You’re going crazy on me.”
“Happy Halloween.” With that he left slightly moody.
Later That Day
Class went well nothing was unusual, Moe was tired. He walked in, the door opened well. Victoria and Igor had a bowl of popcorn and Halloween candy next to them with smiles on their faces.
“Happy Halloween love,” Victoria stood up and kissed his cheek.
“Hi darling, you look lovely. So are we ready to watch some films.”
“Of course mister director.” Victoria joked with him.
Moe went in his room, to go in his movie library it was next to his bed. He thumbed through them to find the three movies he wanted. He felt goose bumps down his spine, and he stared around. There was a cold spot that hit him. What the hell he thought. Well he made the reasoning that the heater was broke. He grabbed them, and rubbed that eerie feeling away.
“Hey are you coming.” Igor stared at him.
“Yes, has anything weird happen to you today?”
“No, I was at Victoria’s all day actually. So I can’t say.” He seemed like he was hiding something.
“Well weird things have been, never mind.” He stopped; it was no use to go on. He didn’t want to look like a madman.
Victoria stared at both of them, her green eyes were large, and “Guys this isn’t funny. First of all just because it’s Halloween you don’t have to scare me.”
“Scare you?” Igor looked at her oddly.
“Yes, sweetheart, you’re cute but don’t act stupid.”
“We didn’t do anything to you, why what happened?”
“I looked up at your wall and I saw a dark mist coming out of the painting. Just so happens you just painted it, so I figured that you did that on purpose.”
“Dark mist, wow. Stay off the wine honey.”
“I saw something, I’m not drunk.”
Moe kept silent, he wished she didn’t see or feel anything either. That met that their stories were going to add up. His mind raced with reasoning but the only one that kept going through was the word ghost. He never believed in ghosts, well he did, but didn’t. He didn’t like to think that the dead were actually out there. Death scared him.
“Put the movie in, unless you’re shaken.” Igor asked her.
“I’m fine. I guess it was nothing.” She bit her lips.
Moe put in Nosferatu first, a film that was one of his favorites. Vampires interested him, well vampire films. Not like they were real or anything, neither were spirits, he kept telling himself.
The film started and all three sat close together. It was obviously that Victoria and Igor were going to be a couple soon. They flirted all the time, Moe did think though they made a good couple.
He felt his hands, they were cold. The chill just wouldn’t leave him. He watched the pair and stood up to go to the bathroom. He didn’t really have to go but needed to stand, the tension around him was killing him. It was so odd, he thought over and over again.
He looked in the bathroom mirror and splashed warm water on his face. It made him feel hot and then he looked up again, a face, a woman’s’ face stared at him. He stared at it for awhile; it was well she looked so human. He blinked to see if he was going insane but it was real. Then the mirror broke in little shards, each falling beside his feet. Moe stared in horror now; he tried to back away but slipped and hit his head on the bathtub.
“Moe, wake up, Moe,” Igor touched his head.
Moe opened his eyes, “I’m alive right?”
Victoria laughed, “Duh. You slipped.”
Moe looked straight at the mirror, it was fixed actually it didn’t look broke at all.
“You okay?” Igor gave him tin cup full water.
“No, I’ve been seeing and feeling things.”
“Oh, you mean ghosts?”
“Yes, I saw a woman in the mirror and the mirror started to shatter.”
Nobody answered which made Moe feel stupid. Victoria kept her eyes on the mirror, she waited to see something and Igor just didn’t say anything or do anything.
“I know it sounds weird but it really happened.”
“Oh, I wasn’t very true with you, see this place well a family lived there but one day an officer came in the home and they were all dead. This happened in 1915, and they figured it out that it was the mother and her lover on the side, they knifed them all, but the mother went insane and killed herself, the lover I don’t know his name but he died in prison. So I guess it’s haunted, if you believe in that kind of thing.”
“Wait; hold up, you never told me this why?” Moe was about to punch him in the face.
“Well if I did then you would have never moved in with me.”
“He’s right.” Victoria shrugged and laughed.
“By the way, this happened well you guessed it October 31st.”
Moe stood up, and wiped the dry blood off his temple, “I figured that. So they only come back on Halloween?”
“Yes, you can live with that right?”
He nodded, “Yeah whatever.”
The rest of the night, it was full of shaking chandeliers, kids crying, and blood curling screams, Moe just rested his head next to his two cohorts whom were asleep. He put in his last movie in before he went to bed; he picked the best one that described his life, The Legend of Hell House.