Memoir Contest Winner: Linda Hoagland and The Slamming Door

by Matilda Butler on July 12, 2012

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A Halloween storm and a scary movie bring about change for Linda Hoagland. Women’s Memoirs hopes you enjoy Linda’s story and invites you to leave her a comment.

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By Linda Hoagland
It is pitch-black, darker than dark until the flash of lightning fills the sky with a scary, sudden brightness that disappears so quickly that our senses can’t accept the abrupt change.
An enormous rumble of thunder assaults our ears followed by huge, heavy raindrops falling against the metal roof of the mobile home we were renting.
We are three, my two young sons and me.  We are living in an area that is new to us, neighbored by people we don’t know, in a home that rattles and bangs with the slightest breeze, not to mention the fierceness of a thunderstorm.
Eddy, age seven, and Aaron, age five, had chosen to watch a scary movie on this night before Halloween.  Eddy is the scary movie lover. I like them as well and Aaron could take them or leave them preferring to leave them, if given a chance.  Of course, Eddy and I didn’t give him a chance.  He is always out voted, poor Aaron.
The rain pounds on the roof and the loud, noisy movie on television filled with screams of terror invades our collective brains causing the adrenaline to pump.  We are all holding our breath waiting for the mayhem to begin.
A sudden clap of thunder is followed by a loud knock at the door.  The three of us look at each other and scream.
The knocking continues.
Aaron is the first of us to come to his senses and realizes the source of the sound.
Despite my many warnings about opening the door to strangers that I’m sure must have fallen on deaf ears, Aaron races to the front door, snaps the lock open, and turns the well-worn knob to greet the visitors. 
At that same moment, a flash of lightning causes the people crowded together on the small porch to silhouette into total blackness prompting Aaron to scream and slam the door in their faces.
I finally reached the front door myself so I could open it again and politely ask my new landlord and his wife enter.
“I’m so sorry about the slamming door in your faces. I’m sure the flash of lightning startled Aaron.  We were watching a scary movie. You know, it’s almost Halloween, a scary part of the year, and we weren’t expecting visitors this late at night.” I say all of this in an apologetic tone that is very forced.
“We just stopped by to check on the roof.  It has leaked in the past and we wanted to check it to see if the recent repair job took care of the problem,” the landlord says.
“It’s a little late, isn’t it?” I ask sarcastically.
He doesn’t answer but continues his scan of my living room as if he were looking for something or somebody. 
When my landlord and his wife wife leave our tiny rented home, I decide that I don’t want to live in this noisy, isolated trailer any longer than necessary.
I heard no welcoming words from my neighbors who live several hundred yards from me on both sides din the month we have been living in the trailer.  Unfortunately, there are no young children in the area so my boys are isolated, too.
The next morning I pack up our meager belongings and move us back into the home of my mother and father where we will stay until I can find a more suitable home for the three of us.
A few nights later, I dress my boys up in their homemade costumes and we go in search of the candy for Trick of Treat Night.
As I walk from house to house with my boys giggling and happy, I am so glad I no longer have to call the rattling, old trailer my home.  I am sure trick and treat candy hunting would not have been very much fun for my boys in the neighborhood that we departed.
By the way, we continue to watch scary movies and if you knock at our doors in the three different homes, you might get a slamming door in your face as we wish you a “Happy Halloween.”


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