Halloweed    

Late October afternoon...Mam and I sat on our front porch, enjoying the view of the Amish farmland all around us. We watched idly as a lone car came up the road, swerved suddenly, then lurched to a stop on its remaining three tires. An Englischer lady got out, looked in consternation at the tire, then hopefully up to us on the porch.
"Gut day to ya," I called, friendly-like. "Looks like ya could use some help, ja?"
"I sure could," she answered, relieved. "No phone signal out here in Amish country."
"I'll get my Dat; he can hitch Bess up and give ya a ride to town to get your tire fixed," I told her. "It's only three miles from here to Lancaster. We'll have ya there in no time."
Mam and the Englischer lady were chatting about our jack o'lanterns on the porch when Dat and I returned. "But I thought you Amish didn't celebrate Halloween? Isn't it against your religion?" she asked.
"Ach, we love Halloween,"Dat replied, pulling a butcher knife from his tool apron. "But then, we're not Amish," and he grabbed the lady, and cut her throat neat and quick as you please. Mam had a big crock handy, and.my mouth watered as I saw all that blood gushing out, warm and deep red. Soon as the lady had bled out, Dat hauled her around to the back porch. We'd make sausages out of the rest of her, to take to Lancaster on Market Day. We only needed the blood.
I guess Englischers would call us vampires, of a sort. We've lived among the Amish for hundreds of years. They don't celebrate Halloween, but we do. We love Halloween so much, we pretty much wear our Amish costumes year 'round. I walked down to the road to pick up the nail board Dat had put out to catch a car. It wouldn't do to have a neighbor's horse step on it.
It's only three miles from here to Lancaster, but once we catch someone, they usually never make it to town....