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SOUMIS<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Une histoire d'Halloween pour les lecteurs<\/h3>\n

Par l'Association des journaux des Forces canadiennes<\/strong><\/p>\n

Je me souviens `de cette nuit d\u2019Halloween en 1965 comme si c\u2019\u00e9tait hier. \u00c0 l\u2019\u00e9poque, nous vivions sur une base militaire, perdue au milieu de nulle part. Des rang\u00e9es de maisons beiges identiques bordaient les rues de la communaut\u00e9 des quartiers familiaux, et les enfants se connaissaient tous par leur pr\u00e9nom. A l\u2019\u00e9poque Mon p\u00e8re \u00e9tait en poste sur cette base, et comme les autres gamins, je passais mes journ\u00e9es \u00e0 courir dans les champs, \u00e0 me faufiler dans les hangars quand les policiers militaires ne regardaient pas, et \u00e0 faire semblant de piloter les avions clou\u00e9s au sol. Ils nous appelaient les \u00ab gosses de la base \u00bb, et nous pensions \u00eatre intouchables jusqu\u2019\u00e0 ce fameux 31 octobre.<\/p>\n

Cette nuit d\u2019Halloween \u00e9tait diff\u00e9rente. L\u2019air \u00e9tait lourd de quelque chose que je ne parvenais pas tout \u00e0 fait \u00e0 cerner, une tension qui me faisait dresser les poils sur la nuque. Je n\u2019avais que dix ans \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9poque, mais je n\u2019\u00e9tais pas stupide. Des histoires circulaient sur la base\u2014des rumeurs sur ce qui s\u2019\u00e9tait pass\u00e9 dans la for\u00eat avant que les maisons ne soient construites en 1953 : des exp\u00e9riences gouvernementales, une cachette pour des meurtriers condamn\u00e9s et m\u00eame un enl\u00e8vement par des extraterrestres.<\/p>\n

Mais pour en revenir \u00e0 notre histoire, cette nuit-l\u00e0, nous \u00e9tions tous dehors pour faire du porte-\u00e0-porte emmitoufl\u00e9s dans des costumes improvis\u00e9s, portant des taies d\u2019oreiller et des citrouilles en plastique. Les rues r\u00e9sonnaient de rires, et l\u2019odeur des feuilles br\u00fbl\u00e9es flottait dans l\u2019air. Mon meilleur ami Jimmy \u00e9tait avec moi, d\u00e9guis\u00e9 en cow-boy, moi en pirate, mon \u00e9p\u00e9e en plastique cliquetant contre ma jambe tandis que nous courions de maison en maison. La base se surpassait toujours pour Halloween\u2014des d\u00e9corations aux fen\u00eatres, des citrouilles sculpt\u00e9es sur les porches, et certaines familles transformaient m\u00eame leur garage en maison hant\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

Mais il y avait une maison que nous n\u2019approchions jamais : celle portant le num\u00e9ro 23. Elle se tenait au bout de la rue, sombre et silencieuse, avec ses volets ferm\u00e9s. Personne n\u2019y avait v\u00e9cu depuis des ann\u00e9es, du moins pas \u00e0 ma connaissance. Les adultes disaient qu\u2019elle \u00e9tait vide et qu\u2019elle servait de lieu d\u2019entreposage, mais nous, les enfants\u2026 nous savions la v\u00e9rit\u00e9. Et c\u2019est justement pourquoi nous nous mettions au d\u00e9fi d\u2019aller jusqu\u2019\u00e0 la porte.<\/p>\n

Jimmy \u00e9tait le plus courageux d\u2019entre nous. Cette nuit-l\u00e0, apr\u00e8s avoir r\u00e9colt\u00e9 plus de bonbons que nous ne pouvions en manger, il s\u2019est tourn\u00e9 vers moi avec un grand sourire. \u00ab Allons \u00e0 la num\u00e9ro 23 \u00bb, dit-il.<\/p>\n

J\u2019ai ri pour masquer mon malaise, mais je sentais un n\u0153ud se former dans mon estomac. \u00ab Pas question \u00bb, ai-je r\u00e9pondu. \u00ab Elle est hant\u00e9e. \u00bb<\/p>\n

\u00ab Allez, ce n\u2019est qu\u2019une vieille maison apr\u00e8s tout \u00bb, me lanca-t-il tandis que je pouvais voir ses yeux brillants dans la lumi\u00e8re tamis\u00e9e des lampadaires. \u00ab Qu\u2019est-ce qui pourrait bien se passer ? On frappe \u00e0 la porte, on dit \u2018 Merci et Joyeux Halloween !\u2019, et peut-\u00eatre qu\u2019on obtiendra les meilleurs bonbons de la base. \u00bb<\/p>\n

Je ne voulais pas y aller, mais je ne voulais pas non plus monter que j\u2019avais peur. Alors je l\u2019ai suivi. Plus nous nous approchions, plus j\u2019avais cet sensation lourd et froid peser sur moi. La maison se dressait devant nous, ses fen\u00eatres comme des yeux vides scrutant l\u2019obscurit\u00e9. Les autres enfants \u00e9taient rest\u00e9s en arri\u00e8re, nous regardant observant \u00e0 distance, chuchotant et ricanant, mais leurs voix me semblaient soudain si lointaines.<\/p>\n

Nous nous tenions sur les marches du num\u00e9ro 23, fixant la vieille porte en bois. Je pouvais sentir mon c\u0153ur battre \u00e0 tout rompre, et ma bouche \u00e9tait s\u00e8che. Jimmy, bien s\u00fbr, \u00e9tait impassible. Il s\u2019est avanc\u00e9 jusqu\u2019\u00e0 la porte et a frapp\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Le son a r\u00e9sonn\u00e9 dans la nuit, plus fort qu\u2019il n\u2019aurait d\u00fb. Pendant un long moment, rien ne se passa et personne ne r\u00e9pondit. J\u2019ai pens\u00e9 que nous allions peut-\u00eatre nous en sortir, que nous pourrions retourner vers le groupe en s\u2019amusant de tout cela.<\/p>\n

Mais, la porte a grinc\u00e9 tout en s\u2019ouvrant.<\/p>\n

Elle ne s\u2019est pas ouverte compl\u00e8tement\u2014juste assez pour que nous puissions voir \u00e0 l\u2019int\u00e9rieur. La maison \u00e9tait sombre, et l\u2019air \u00e0 l\u2019int\u00e9rieur \u00e9tait moisi et vici\u00e9. Une odeur \u00e9trange s\u2019en \u00e9chappait\u2014 comme des fleurs fan\u00e9es m\u00eal\u00e9es \u00e0 de la pourriture.<\/p>\n

\u00ab On devrait partir \u00bb, ai-je chuchot\u00e9 en tirant sur la manche de Jimmy. Mais il fixait l\u2019int\u00e9rieur, les yeux \u00e9carquill\u00e9s.<\/p>\n

\u00ab Bonjour ? \u00bb a-t-il appel\u00e9, d\u2019une voix devenue tremblante pour la premi\u00e8re fois de la soir\u00e9e. \u00ab Joyeux Halloween ? \u00bb<\/p>\n

Soudain, de l\u2019obscurit\u00e9, une voix douce, presque un murmure s\u2019\u00e9chappa: \u00ab Entrez. \u00bb<\/p>\n

Avant m\u00eame que je ne puisse r\u00e9agir, Jimmy a pouss\u00e9 la porte entrouverte, et c\u2019est l\u00e0 que je l\u2019ai vue. Juste une fraction de seconde, dans la faible lumi\u00e8re qui p\u00e9n\u00e9trait depuis le porche : une silhouette se tenait au bout du couloir. Elle \u00e9tait floue, presque comme une ombre, mais je pouvais distinguer la forme d\u2019une femme, avec des tres longs cheveux, des yeux refl\u00e9tant la lumi\u00e8re comme du verre. Elle \u00e9tait juste l\u00e0, immobile, nous regardant.<\/p>\n

Jimmy, qui ne semblait pas la voir, a alors fait un pas \u00e0 l\u2019int\u00e9rieur, et j\u2019ai ressenti le froid gla\u00e7ant imm\u00e9diatement. La temp\u00e9rature a chut\u00e9 si rapidement que je pouvais voir mon souffle dans l\u2019air.<\/p>\n

\u00ab Jimmy, il faut qu\u2019on parte \u00bb, ai-je chuchot\u00e9, ma voix \u00e0 peine audible par-dessus les battements de mon c\u0153ur. Mais il m\u2019a ignor\u00e9 et a continu\u00e9 \u00e0 avancer dans la maison, ses pieds tra\u00eenant comme si quelque chose l\u2019attirait. J\u2019\u00e9tais trop effray\u00e9 pour bouger. Mes jambes \u00e9taient comme de la pierre.<\/p>\n

\u00ab Approchez\u2026 \u00bb a r\u00e9p\u00e9t\u00e9 la voix, cette fois plus forte mais toujours avec ce ton \u00e9trange, presque chantant. Elle ne venait pas de la silhouette dans le couloir. Elle provenait de plus loin dans la maison, peut-etre m\u00eame de quelque part \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9tage.<\/p>\n

Jimmy s\u2019est arr\u00eat\u00e9 au pied de l\u2019escalier, la t\u00eate inclin\u00e9e comme s\u2019il \u00e9coutait. \u00ab Tu entends \u00e7a ? \u00bb m\u2019a-t-il demand\u00e9, d\u2019une voix lointaine, presque r\u00eaveuse.<\/p>\n

Je l\u2019avais auss entendue. C\u2019\u00e9tait un l\u00e9ger froissement, comme le murmure du tissu fr\u00f4lant les murs. Puis, il y a eu un grincement, le craquement indubitable du vieux bois sous un poids.<\/p>\n

Soudain, quelque chose a fil\u00e9 en haut des escaliers\u2014un \u00e9clat de peau p\u00e2le et de cheveux sombres. J\u2019ai saisi le bras de Jimmy, mon c\u0153ur battait la chamade. \u00ab Il faut qu\u2019on sorte d\u2019ici ! \u00bb ai-je souffl\u00e9, le tirant vers la porte. Mais c\u2019\u00e9tait trop tard.<\/p>\n

La porte s\u2019est referm\u00e9e derri\u00e8re nous avec un fracas assourdissant, r\u00e9sonnant dans la maison vide comme un coup de feu. L\u2019obscurit\u00e9 autour de nous semblait nous envahir , plus \u00e9paisse et plus lourde, comme si elle \u00e9tait vivante.<\/p>\n

\u00ab Restez\u2026 \u00bb a murmur\u00e9 la voix, venant maintenant de toutes les directions. \u00ab Restez avec nous. \u00bb<\/p>\n

Je pouvais sentir quelque chose de froid effleurer mon cou, comme des doigts glac\u00e9s ma peau. Le visage de Jimmy \u00e9tait devenu bl\u00e8me, ses yeux grands ouverts remplis de terreur r\u00e9alisant tout \u00e0 coup que quelque chose n\u2019allait pas du tout.<\/p>\n

La silhouette au bout du couloir a commenc\u00e9 \u00e0 bouger, glissant vers nous sans faire de bruit, ses pieds flottant juste au-dessus du sol. Sa bouche s\u2019est ouverte, mais aucun mot n\u2019en est sorti\u2014juste un horrible souffle, comme le vent dans les feuilles mortes. Et puis je les ai vus\u2014deux petits enfants, debout derri\u00e8re elle, leurs visages pales, leurs yeux creux et sombres, comme s\u2019ils nous attendaient depuis toujours.<\/p>\n

Je n\u2019ai pas attendu de voir ce qui allait se passer ensuite. J\u2019ai attrap\u00e9 Jimmy et l\u2019ai tir\u00e9 vers la porte, priant pour qu\u2019elle s\u2019ouvre. Par miracle, elle s\u2019est ouverte. Nous avons d\u00e9boul\u00e9 dans la nuit, haletants, l\u2019air froid br\u00fblant mes poumons.<\/p>\n

Nous avons couru sans nous retourner jusqu\u2019\u00e0 ce que nous soyons en s\u00e9curit\u00e9 dans la rue entour\u00e9s des autres enfants qui nous regardaient m\u00e9dus\u00e9s. Aucun n\u2019a pos\u00e9 de question sur ce qui s\u2019\u00e9tait pass\u00e9 dans la maison. C\u2019\u00e9tait inutile car tout le monde sur la base savait d\u00e9j\u00e0.<\/p>\n

Nous n\u2019avons jamais reparl\u00e9 de cette nuit, mais je n\u2019oublierai jamais comment cette voix a murmur\u00e9 dans l\u2019obscurit\u00e9, nous appelant \u00e0 l\u2019int\u00e9rieur. M\u00eame maintenant, des d\u00e9cennies plus tard, je l\u2019entends encore dans mes cauchemars.<\/p>\n

\u00ab Restez avec nous\u2026 \u00bb dit-elle. Et parfois, je me demande ce qui serait arriv\u00e9 si nous avions accept\u00e9 son invitation.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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