If we could find one of the few survivors of this Halloween prank and get them to talk about it, they might say something like;
“It was my first Halloween night without a parent. Mom had finally agreed to letting me go out with my friend Chris. We were best friends in 3rd grade. We were only going a few blocks from home and it was just dark enough that we knew things were supposed to get scary – but it was only Halloween and being really scared was only for the little kids. The first 4 houses had been really nice and we were walking up Mountain View to the next neighborhood when I heard something strange from the street – only there wasn’t anything in the street. It was quiet and empty. “How could that be?” I wondered.








When I was a little girl, I lived in my mama’s hometown, Hotchkiss, Colorado. On my first birthday, I celebrated the day at my grandparent’s house, a small cabin situated on Roger’s Mesa. One of my gifts from my grandparents was a little piggy bank. It was a pig in a barrel. I still have that little bank, and it means the world to me. According to my mom, my grandparents fussed over this gift before they decided on this little guy. Sweet memories. 


