This past Saturday was a cold, rainy, miserable Halloween. It reminded me of the countless Halloweens I spent as a child crying to my mom that wearing my ski pants underneath my princess skirt would ruin my costume, which it always did. Winnipeg weather is ruthless.
This Halloween, I was doing homework in my living room just shortly after 5 p.m. when there was commotion at my front door.
“Hello? Anyone home?” yelled a voice.
I left my books open on my table to go see who had let his or herself into my house. I turned the corner to see a small green man in a yellow mask standing in my doorway. He had let himself in and was digging through the bowl of chocolate I had put out for trick-or-treaters.
“Excuse me,” I protested.
“Becca, I so Master Chief, and this is my Brandon best friend,” said the green man, gesturing to his equally vertically-challenged sidekick named Brandon. Brandon appeared to be a vampire of sorts and was also raiding my candy bowl.
Briefly taking my eyes off the intruders in front of me, I googled the name Master Chief.
“Protagonist of the Halo fictional universe,” Wikipedia told me.
Halo is a video game, right?
“No more Twix?” asked Master Chief, obviously disappointed. He dumped a packet of Smarties into his left hand and led them underneath his yellow mask to their final destination: his mouth.
“Oh sure, just help yourself,” I mumbled.
Outside, Master Chief’s chauffeur waited in a big black truck for him to wrap up his candy ravaging at my house. Presumably, they would move on to my unsuspecting neighbours’ homes next. The chauffeur waved at me. Her face was painted like a zombie’s. I wondered if they drive on the same side of the road in Halo world as we do in Canada.
“You’re supposed to yell ‘trick or treat,'” I told Master Chief. It must have been his first halloween outside of Halo; he didn’t know the rules. “It’s bad practice to just walk into people’s houses like that.”
“Ok Becca, yeah I so hungry. No more Twix?” asked Master Chief again.
I went to my kitchen and got the rest of the Twix bars. As I dumped a couple of chocolates into his open bag, he guided my hand forward so even more would fall out.
“Don’t worry, Becca. I share after I done with Brandon best friend we trick-or-treating tonight, ok?” said Master Chief, patting my forearm with a green hand.
“Okay,” I replied.
And just like that, he was gone.