It was that time of the year again.

"Halloween's coming soon, children!" Grandpa announced happily at the dinner table. Grandma rolled her eyes. "Zeb, you're too old for these childish holidays! Why don't you care about anything of importance, like the church?!"

Zebulon Walton chuckled, pulling his wife Esther in for a strong hug. "Let go of me, you old goat!" Esther shouted, pulling away. The grandchildren—all seven of them—laughed as their grandmother swatted at their grandfather with a dish towel.

Olivia rolled her eyes, looking to her husband. John Walton turned his head at the sound of his name. "What is it, Olivia?" he asked, resting his elbow on the table.

"Are you taking the children out to go out trick-or-treating?" she asked, a hint of bitterness in her voice. John smiled. "Come on, Olivia! It's one of the children's favorite things to do!" The rest of the Walton family was busy in conversation, so were oblivious to the couple's discussion.

"I don't care what they love to do! It's not a safe night—possibly the most unsafe night of the whole year!"

John could see Olivia's sudden flare of anger at him, so he smiled, leaning back. "I'm sorry, Liv, but I just don't see anything wrong with taking the children out on Halloween." Before Olivia could respond back quickly to him, John raised up a hand and continued. "Grandpa and I will keep an eye out. And I know that John-Boy and Jason will watch out for 'em too."

Olivia sighed, knowing it was useless to continue to argue with John. "Fine. Whatever you want to do." The two got back to their meals, delving into the other family members' conversations. Even though she knew that the men of her family would do anything to protect the children, she had a feeling that trouble was coming this particular Halloween season.


"Come on, Ep, what're you gonna do about it?!"

Sheriff Ep Bridges turned around, facing Cameron Winshaw. The thirty-five year old man was standing with his hands resting on the table, looking deeply at the sheriff. "Look, Cameron, I told you that I'm gonna keep my eye out for anyone acting odd or unusual!" Ep shouted, turning around again.

Cameron snorted. "Well, some sheriff you turned out to be!" He turned and marched to the door, ripping it open. Quickly, he glanced over his shoulder and added: "If you don't do anything about it, then I will!" Ep sighed as he heard the door slam shut and its hinges rattle, followed by the crunching of Cameron's feet down the gravel road. Ep hoped that there was no violent stranger lurking in the area of Walton's Mountain. Because he knew if there was, then no good would come from this Halloween.


Here's Chapter 1 of my first story based on the Waltons TV series, the Haunting! I hope y'all enjoyed it, and I'll keep on posting more chapters as I continue writing. This story is set between seasons 3 and 4 of the show. Thanks for reading, and I hope you stick around for more!