Mary Alice Brandon: A Life of Loneliness and Pain
Halloween: 1903
He could hear his wife's labored screams through the thick wooden door. The night was cloudy, with a strong wind whistling through the trees. All the children were in their homes by now, it was nearing midnight. Why couldn't his first child be born on a different day? He and his wife were told by the priests that a child born on this day would be a child of Satan. He couldn't let that happen, the small town they lived in would be mortified. An evil, demon child in their midst. He could just imagine what the neighbors would say. The only thing was, he couldn't do anything about it.
He heard the bells begin to toll as the time grew closer to midnight. If only his wife could hold on until after the bells quit tolling, then their child wouldn't be born on this cursed night. The bells tolled closer; nine, ten, eleven...
A baby's cry sounded through the night as the clock struck twelve. The man grew pale. His first and only child, born at midnight on Halloween. A cursed night, at the witching hour.
Mary Alice Brandon had been born.