It was Halloween night and I was out trick or treating with my friend. I was dressed up as Link from the Legend of Zelda series. I was going around the neighborhood when my feet started hurting from my over sized boots. I was walking okay for a while until I went to my friends house, we decided to take a shortcut into his lawn, where I forgot he didn't have grass he had weeds. I took one step and realized what I was doing immediatly, but I didn't want to turn around so I kept on going. Every single step brought extreme pain as more stickers stuck to my socks. I finally got off the weeds and sat down where I got two pieces of candy and spent the next ten minutes picking stickers off of my feet.

The Best Friend

    I was stuck at home all by myself. It was Halloween night, but mom had said that I was too old for trick-or-treating. I was getting bored watching Halloween thrillers and handing out candy to little kids at the door. I wanted to do something fun, it was Halloween night after all. I thought "Why don't I just ask some friends if they want to come over?" Then, I remembered most of them were still allowed to go trick-or-treating. I didn't really think it was fair. Why do they get to go but I don't? Just because whenever a bowl of candy that says "Please take one" is left out on someone's doorstep and I just dump the whole thing in my bag anyway doesn't mean I steal candy that's meant for the younger kids! Wait, forget I said that. Anyway, it's still isn't fair! Right as I was about to go find something to do in my room, a knock was at the door. "Must be more candy-crazy kids" I thought. I opened the door, but no one was there. I stepped outside, looked around, but still didn't seem to see anyone around my house. I just assumed it was some teens doorbell-ditching. My mom told me earlier that I wasn't allowed to go outside, but I kind of did. I didn't go to the other side of the neighborhood or anything, just the edge of my walkway. Right when I was about to go inside, the front door slammed shut right in my face! I pounded on the door, and, thinking that it was my brother playing a prank on me, I started shouting his name. It felt like forever, but I finally heard the door unlock. I opened it, stepped inside, and saw.......absolutely no one there. Just then, the lights went out. The TV in the other room that was still on was flashing light into the hallway. "This isn't funny! Come out!" I yelled. No answer. I looked around, and a chill went up my back when I saw the back door wide open. I knew I closed it earlier, but I guess I forgot to lock it. I knew that someone, or something, was in the house. Fear was slowly creeping up inside me. I heard a sound in the TV room, like something falling off a shelf. I walked into the room, my knees shaking with fear. On the ground, a picture of me was on the floor. It had fallen off the wall. I was more scared than ever, chills on my arms, neck, and back, fear struck in my heart, and shaking not leaving my knees and legs. I decided to try to calm down. I went into the living room and tried to turn the lights back on. The moment they flickered on, I saw someone sitting behind the counter. I thought I was going to faint from fear as I walked closer, closer, and closer. When I reached the dark counter, a person jumped out and yelled! I walked backwards toward the wall, the person coming closer, until I realized, it was my very best friend! "Haha! I got you good! Happy Halloween, best friend!" she said. "Oh, wow! You are good! Happy Halloween!Hey, can I have some of that candy?" That was the best Halloween ever!      

On Halloween Night

My brother, Simon, and I were walking through the streets one Halloween night when the road came to a split.  "Let's go that way," my brother said. My brother and I argue about everything. So of course, we argued. “I don’t want to go that way! Why can’t we go that way?” I cried pointing. The moon illuminated the road, fog was creeping around corners, and the street was completely vacant. The street had no halloween decorations, but they didn’t need any. It was creepy enough on it’s own. “That way looks a little scary, are you sure you want to go that way?” Simon said. “Don’t make up excuses. I didn’t know you were such a baby.” I replied. He glared; saying no more. He still didn’t move toward the dimly lit street. “Come on!” I said exasperated. This time I could win the argument! “Ellie said she was going to have a party! This way will be quicker and we’ve been here in daylight! It can’t be that bad!” Something I said must have got to him. “Whatever.” he said walking quickly in the direction I chose. When he turned his back, I pumped my fist in a silent celebration before following him down the street. I ran up to meet him and took lead in a brisk pace full of confidence. “Did you hear that?” He asked suddenly. “No.” I said.  I continued without pause until he asked a third time. “Did you hear anything?” “Of course not!” I said turning to face him, but he was gone. I whirled around searching for any sign of brilliant blue eyes or perhaps a glimpse of red fabric. He was gone. “Simon?! This isn’t funny!” fear was slowly edging into my voice. “You’re really starting to scare me!” I paused hoping for an answer. “This is no hide and seek game!” I backtracked. Where could he be?  I quickened my pace, tears stinging my eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen! I broke into a run, glancing back constantly. It’s all my fault. I thought. “I’m sorry!” I yelled into the night. “I’m sorry!” I fell to my knees and let the tears flow. Why didn't I look back before? He could have been gone longer than I relized! A cold hand creeped it’s way up my back and rested on my shoulder. I froze. Was  I to have the same fate as my brother? NO. I decided. I screamed and kicked myself out of the creature’s grasp. Only to find that the creature was my brother. His face was shining like the stars. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but then I realized that it was the moon reflecting off his tear stained face. “Simon!” I cried and threw myself around him. "Laura! Where were you?!" “What are you talking about? Where were you?!” “I thought you were eaten by monsters.” He breathed in my ear. "Where were you?" “I wandered off trying to find out what the sound was. I didn’t wander that far, but I couldn’t find where the noise was coming from. I eventually gave up. When I went back, you were gone!” I was laughing so hard by the end that I was crying. “What’s so funny?” "Nothing. Let's go home, I've had enough of a scare for one night."

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."

October

The Haunted Night

             Everybody said the Old Bosworth Mansion was haunted. That is everybody except for me. I  knew that even though they had their story, it was just a ton of baloney. That is until I had to spend the night there. I thought that it would be fun going away for the weekend. Then, suddenly, my whole week was turned upside down thanks to Mom and her dumb news. She said,"Guess what? We're not going skiing in Denver anymore. We're going to go to our old dead grandpa's house." (That's right. We own a mansion because our grandpa just died...and I didn't just Woo Hoo in my head). Now we are on our way to his death place to see what it has in store for us.
            When we got there, it looked as though it had not been used for a hundred years which either means grandpa was too lazy to have a decent house or he had a horrible maid and I mean HORRIBLE. When we got to the door, it creaked open and closed by itself. My half-witted brother probably just thought, "Awesome. We have automatic doors." because that is the way he thinks. I had the strangest feeling that someone was looking at me every time I walked though the hall. The only thing that I could think of was, "Why did we have to come here?"
         Some people say that if your haunted you have sign I know that I did. In the middle of the night their are random foot step all though the house. Then again my brother is a know sleep walker and sometime we eats in his sleep. I can tell you that first hand, but this was not his loud foot steps they where going Creak, Creak, Creak. Every single step I her a chill rushed down my spin. Then I screamed. Not because the foot steps because I though that I just saw old dead grandpa Bosworth looking at me. Strait at me.
       Of course my mother didn't believe me because I am a kid and kid do have nightmares. That whole night I could just hear foot steps going Creak, Creak, Creak against this old houses floors that barley have more fungi on them then my brothers feet. No sleep but no old dead grandpa's (other than mine that first time) saw which was good. That Morin my brother was scared out of his withes too. Soon though right as a left the breakfast table blood was on the wall with my grampa standing right next to it.
     Of course the first thing I did is scream anyone that wouldn't is ether clues or not scare of anything. I asked him "what do you want from me!!!!!." All he said was "get out, get out, get out"and the blood said get out. I booked it no stoping me now but then. CRASH! I slamed into my brother and he looked at me I yelled "RUN!!!!" He yelled why and then I said look and he saw grandpa looking at.
      Soon the whole family heard us and we go out of their with our lifes and our tails between our legs. The next thing you know we are back home whith zero dead old folks to creep use out. We do live right next to the old folks home but they are all living. All of use have recoverd exsepted my brother who sleeps with his eyes open and his room light on. Do people call use crazy oh yah they do but, we are safe now or are we (scary "dum dum dummm" music).
     

The Haunted Night

             Everybody said the Old Bosworth Mansion was haunted. That is everybody except for me. I  knew that even though they had their story, it was just a ton of baloney. That is until I had to spend the night there. I thought that it would be fun going away for the weekend. Then, suddenly, my whole week was turned upside down thanks to Mom and her dumb news. She said,"Guess what? We're not going skiing in Denver anymore. We're going to go to our old dead grandpa's house." (That's right. We own a mansion because our grandpa just died...and I didn't just Woo Hoo in my head). Now we are on our way to his death place to see what it has in store for us.
            When we got there, it looked as though it had not been used for a hundred years which either means grandpa was too lazy to have a decent house or he had a horrible maid and I mean HORRIBLE. When we got to the door, it creaked open and closed by itself. My half-witted brother probably just thought, "Awesome. We have automatic doors." because that is the way he thinks. I had the strangest feeling that someone was looking at me every time I walked though the hall. The only thing that I could think of was, "Why did we have to come here?"
         Some people say that if your haunted you have sign I know that I did. In the middle of the night their are random foot step all though the house. Then again my brother is a know sleep walker and sometime we eats in his sleep. I can tell you that first hand, but this was not his loud foot steps they where going Creak, Creak, Creak. Every single step I her a chill rushed down my spin. Then I screamed. Not because the foot steps because I though that I just saw old dead grandpa Bosworth looking at me. Strait at me.
       Of course my mother didn't believe me because I am a kid and kid do have nightmares. That whole night I could just hear foot steps going Creak, Creak, Creak against this old houses floors that barley have more fungi on them then my brothers feet. No sleep but no old dead grandpa's (other than mine that first time) saw which was good. That Morin my brother was scared out of his withes too. Soon though right as a left the breakfast table blood was on the wall with my grampa standing right next to it.
     Of course the first thing I did is scream anyone that wouldn't is ether clues or not scare of anything. I asked him "what do you want from me!!!!!." All he said was "get out, get out, get out"and the blood said get out. I booked it no stoping me now but then. CRASH! I slamed into my brother and he looked at me I yelled "RUN!!!!" He yelled why and then I said look and he saw grandpa looking at.
      Soon the whole family heard us and we go out of their with our lifes and our tails between our legs. The next thing you know we are back home whith zero dead old folks to creep use out. We do live right next to the old folks home but they are all living. All of use have recoverd exsepted my brother who sleeps with his eyes open and his room light on. Do people call use crazy oh yah they do but, we are safe now or are we (scary "dum dum dummm" music).