A Huge Fan- FWG-FB- 300 word flash fiction based on the story below. Comedy: No triggers.

The strangely metallic colored hearse rolled down the block followed by another one……and another one……. Ten maybe more. The leader of the pack; maroon, the rest purple. The bass from the speaker filled Cadillac’s dropped in sync with each other, shaking the whole neighborhood.

This was an annual thing, we all stepped out of our houses to witness the monstrosity flood by until they reached their destination – The castle at the end of the cul-de-sac had always been there with no history surrounding it.
Ladies in terry-cloth robes, their hair clad with rollers, hands on their hips, not saying a word but instead sighing heavily as if that could detour the group, their husbands, the same, minus the beauty aids. “Get back inside.” Kids cried, only because they couldn’t witness the event, drawn to the oddity.

Some made themselves feel better, claiming it was a car show or similar, I believed otherwise having researched every aspect of the October 30th fling. It started at midnight and continued until twelve o’clock – late night, the first of November. Candles flickered, lighting the giant rock fortress, no sign of electricity.

It wasn’t until a decade later that the once child resident from our street, little Tommy Tillins, now sporting dreads, threw me the peace sign from the passenger’s seat of the head hearse as they made their way to the palace.

That year, I received an envelope in my mailbox, realizing I had been right all along. “I knew you believed, too. Tommy” written on a yellow post-it note along with two tickets to the “Hearse train show.” Instructions on how to secretly enter the gated and sound proof venue were taped to the back. The act played every Halloween – “Kill ‘em with the beat.” Tommy now went by Double T-Wrex.

After his performance, I swore him to be a lyrical genius. I’m now a huge fan.