Halloween-Personal Narrative

I can’t hold in my excitement as I run to the foyer. Mom looks at me worriedly, but I ignore her and throw open the door before the person standing behind it can knock. He looks at me with boredom lacing his expression, obviously expecting my weird gift to tell the future. I quickly hug him and grab his pale hand, pulling him outside. Tonight is Halloween, and the only time my pale blonde friend visits me. He’s my first and only friend, so I don’t mind that he doesn’t play with me the other three hundred sixty-something days in the year.

As I adjust my bumble bee dress, I drag him to the nearest house and knock on the door. The lady behind the door gives me some candy and closes the door. I look to my silent friend with worry as he shrugs and pulls me to the next house. The next person only gives me candy and doesn’t even acknowledge my friend. I point to my silent friend and ask him to give candy to him to, but the man rolls his eyes and closes the door. My worried eyes snap to him as he shrugs yet again. All the other houses don’t

give him any candy, but he stays indifferent. As we walk down the sidewalk to my house, I dump half of my candy into his bag without him noticing.

When we get back to my house, Mom and Dad are standing with a man dressed as a doctor in the front yard.

It’s weird seeing a grown adult dressed up for Halloween, so I grab his clipboard as a joke. They try to grab it from me, but I run in circles around them. I throw the clipboard at my friend that hasn’t talked since I met him last Halloween, but he doesn’t catch it. I quickly pick it up and giggle as I look at it. The words on the paper make me freeze. I look up to the adults looking at me with pity in their eyes. The clipboard slips from my hands as two words pass through my mind. Imaginary Friend. He isn’t imaginary. Determination runs through my veins as I show them that he is real. I gesture to him, lift up his arms, ruffle his hair, and even throw his demon mask at them. They just stare at me, looks of sadness on each of their faces. No, he is real. I look to him, wishing for him to say something, anything, but he only

shrugs.

I let him take my hand and lead me down the street to the open field where we met last year. Memories swirl around me as we sit next to the huge tree. The kids from my school beat me up and took all of my candy. Mom and Dad were at a party, so I was locked out of the house until they came back. I walked to this field to cry alone, but he was sitting here. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell that he was crying as well. I sat next to him and noticed he didn’t have any candy, so I gave him one of the two pieces of candy I was able to keep. Now as we sit, I’m the only one crying. He looks at me, but quickly looks away. I start poking his forehead, making sure he’s real. I can feel him and see him, why can’t anyone else? Suddenly, he stands up, pulling me with him. I follow him through the woods next to the field. We walk for a few hours before he finally sits us down against a tree and I fall asleep next to him.

I’m awoken by someone picking me up. Looking up, I see my sobbing mother. I look around for my friend, but all I see is the decaying body of a blonde boy next to where I used to sleep. My heart drops as I stare at the body. The police surrounding us say that his name is Jason and he went missing a month ago. I stay silent the rest of the night as they carry me home.