“It started on halloween night 2015, I was 13. I lived in a white house. It was three stories with big colorful flowers covering it in the summer. We had a big yard about eight acres. My room was painted orange and I had a pumpkin cover for my bed. But my mom made me put it away for christmas. But everything I had all my earrings were Halloween it was crazy. I went to school at Jacksonville middle school. It was a good school with a nice clean gym new bright red lockers. My friends were Ariel and Victoria, Ariel had long red hair with bright blue eyes and light skin she was also 13 years old. Victoria had jet black hair with big chocolate brown eyes that pleaded with compassion, she was also 13 and all three of us were …show more content…
born in the fall I was born in late September, Ariel in November and Victoria in October. We were the best of friends and we all loved halloween. Anyway I had this old shed on my property that I would use every year for halloween. It was old and I loved halloween so I decided for a halloween party I would have it in there. So I would buy jars and put candy in there I would hang spider webs all over I painted the walls black,purple and orange. I put spooky music in there. I put blood on the walls. And I made a second story to the building so when people came in it was like a haunted house. So when people would walk in they would have to go downstairs to find me then I would scare them. It was awesome. One day at school me and victoria were talking about halloween.” “I’m being a possessed doll,” said vectoria. “I’m being a zombie.” I said ready to burst with excitement. Just then we saw Ariel running up crying. “What's wrong”? Victoria and I said at the same time. “My dad wont let me go to your party.” Ariel said. Ok let me tell you about Ariel, she is kind of a drama queen and she is very emotional.” “So we told her we would convince her dad to let her go.” So we got to her house it was brick but only one story because it was just Ariel and her mom and dad. So we asked him why Ariel couldn't go to the party he said because one year he peed his pants on halloween night and everyone laughed. So he didn't want Ariel to get embarrassed. We almost busted out laughing but we didn't Ariel reassured her dad she would be fine so her let her go. “Next we all left and I went to my house and was cleaning the halloween house. When I saw an old newspaper that said 1937 Zombie apocalypse. It said only one survivor her name was monica so I had to meet her. I researched her on the web she was about 80 years old now with blond faded hair. I grabbed some money caught a bus, and went to meet her. Her house was yellow and very big with a giant yard. and trees everywhere. I knocked on the big wooden oak door. And out stepped a 5 foot 4 inch women she was tiny. She said hello in a old voice like it had been dried out. Hello I said I am jordan and I have some questions”. “May I come in”? I asked. “Yes she said.” I handed her the newspaper and she said “oh I remember this” “It was a halloween night 1937 and I sang at a club every year our town had an annual halloween festival we would all dress up.
That year I dressed as a clown but I had to sing first. The night was cold and windy the kind of cold that told you something was about to happen. The carnival had a ferris wheel. The wind smelled like old wood, and spices. so I started to sing when all of the sudden I heard a scream I ran out and the carnival which moments later was filled with people and laughter was now empty I slowly stepped down the steps to see if I could find anyone, and to go find were that scream came from. In the distance I could see people coming. So I rushed toward them to see if they knew where everyone had went and then I froze in terror everyone at the carnival had turned to zombies. So I turned around and started running to the club and then I remembered zombies hated sunlight but how could I get sunlight in midnight then I had an idea. “I rushed to the club and started getting the lights, I pulled them off the stage. I also got some mirrors so the light could reflect off the mirrors. The zombies were on there way and if the broke into the club they would kill me. So I got the lights and when the zombies came in I shined the lights. they started falling and they the just turned to dust I took the lights and setting them up all shining out the door just in time to see another big mob of zombies coming, when the lights hit them they turned into big balls of dust. I kept this up until the last one was
gone.” “I sat and started at Monica in disbelief how could she have survived. I asked her where did you go after that. She said she left and moved away that she spent her lifetime trying to forget that freaky night.” “I was hoping that know one would ever find out about that night monica” said. “But I don't think anyone has.” I’m scared that now it will happen again since you’ve found this story. None of us ever talked about but now that I’ve brought it up I’m scared that it will happen again. “Will it happen again?” I said In a worried tone. “I hope not” said Monica. we dropped the subject.We started talking about halloween” “I’m being a witch” said Monica as she said in a spooky voice and cackling like a witch. Im being a zombie in a expressionless voice. I went to my house and talked to Victoria and Ariel about going to the pumpkin patch so we did. Victoria’s was a nice size not to big but not to small, Ariel's was tiny and My pumpkin was giant it was the biggest one I could find it was orange and round I loved it. “I took it home and set in in my room even though it took up a lot of space I liked it. Tomorrow I would carve it with the girls. The next day we sat outside bundled up in our jackets, we started cutting and carving by the end we were covered in pumpkin seeds. Ariel’s pumpkin face was spooky with its eyebrows drawn in with a ghostly looking smile. Victoria’s was painted in black then she cut it out to look like it said Halloween. Mine was painted with black chalk paint the I took a chalk white marker and wrote BOO on it it looked sweet”. “The next day I took a pumpkin to Monica’s house and she made me pumpkin spice cookies”. “The next day me and my dog bones went to the park he was a black and brown goldendoodle.” “I loved him we would buy him a little pumpkin to he loved to play with them”. We would also make him a cup with whip cream he would get it all over his face it was hilarious.” “We started getting everything ready for halloween the decorations because halloween was in just six days.”I met up with Victoria and Ariel and told them the story about Monica they stared in disbelief just as I had done to Monica. “But I told them not to tell anyone else because if they did the zombies could come back. So they didn't tell anyone. They just kept it to themselves because Halloween was in 2 days and they were scared it would happen on Halloween because that's what it did to Monica. I started getting the halloween house ready for the party because it was in a day. I was so excited,
“Hey Mat since it’s halloween why don't we go to that scary maze everyone is talking about?” said Mark.
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.
Within the picture before me, I see myself. I was dressed in all black; black dress shoes, black pants, a black button-down shirt with a sleek black tie, a black suit jacket, black gloves, a black ski mask, and a black fedora to top it all off. I am not entirely sure what I was supposed to be. Was I a mobster, a thief, or even a personification of the night? The date was Halloween and I was sitting on a bench in front of my house, waiting to scare or give out candy to anybody who approached the door. That year, we had not decorated our house as well as previous years; but we still had a few last minute ideas implemented o let people know that they were welcome to approach. There was a rotating red beacon flashing, jack-o-lantern cutouts over the porch light, and creepy music playing loudly. Despite the decorations, not one person came to our house and hardly anyone had decorated for the holiday along my street. I remember feeling disappointment when I realized that nobody was going to¬¬¬¬ come and anger as people walked by our house without a second glance.
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