Viva La Chocolate

    Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound came from inside the closet. Quietly, I crept toward the door. The tapping continued, although, as I came closer, it sounded as though something was now rubbing against the door. The sounds were faint, and I don't believe they were intentional. Whatever was in there didn't want to be discovered. As I drew nearer, fear danced up my spine. When I finally reached the door, I was shaking from head to toe. After what felt like an hour, I built up enough nerve to open the door. I reached for the door knob, my arm trembling. Before I could lay a finger on the knob, there was a loud "BANG" from the closet as if something had fallen. My arm recoiled faster then ever. Then all the noises stopped. My heart dropped. Chills raced up my back. As I stood petrified in fear, I wondered why I had gone to the door in the first place. Once my heart started beating again, I crept back into bed and pulled the covers over my head. I immediately started praying, and also really regretting putting my candy stash in the closet. Over my useless praying and sobs, I heard a slow small creek. The sound gradually grew louder. I recognized the sound immediately. It was my closet door. Footsteps coming towards my bed followed soon after the noise. I peaked over my covers and, in the dark, could make out a small figure with fangs. I ducked under my covers hoping for the best, but inside, I felt the end drawing nearer. Pit, Pat, Pit, Pat. The once faint footsteps grew louder as the creature came closer. Before I could think of a getaway plan, the creature stood before me. My face peaked out, but I didn't dare open my eyes. I could feel his damp breath against my tear stained face. His breath smelled strangely of chocolate, which surprised me. But what did it matter? This was the end, right? I started to wonder what was happening when a hand was placed on my back.  I screamed at the top of my lungs for as long as I could. Once I ran out of breath, I waited for the creature's next move."I spiwlt yo' candy off da shelf. Can I sweep wif you? I'm scared?" A wave of relief washed over me. I opened my eyes to recognize my four-year old brother. As my eyes adjusted, I also noticed that he didn't have fangs, but instead, he had two Kit-Kats crammed up his mouth. I laughed at my crazy thoughts and agreed to let him sleep with me."You'rwe a loud screamer," my brother said. After laughing some more, I replied "Happy Halloween."