Ruth wrote a Halloween story for your enjoyment!!!
Hallow City is not your normal city. No one knows this, but Mayor Dracula is a
vampire!
I know though. Now
because I have discovered his secret, he’s out to kill me.
It all started on Halloween.
That year, I was being Cleopatra.
Now just so you know, for some reason, the monsters of Hallow City have
a grudge against Cleopatra. So I guess that
was a bad idea.
My friend Cilica and I were on the Johnson’s porch. Cilica
was dressed as a vampire that year. I
rung the doorbell and in the doorway was a giant gorilla.
“Nice costume, Mr. J,” I said.
“Shhhh!” he said, “Don’t blow my cover!”
Me and Cilica laughed.
Mr. Johnson dropped a huge bag of candy into our bags.
“Hey! We didn’t say trick-or-treat!” said Cilica.
“Do you want me to
eat it then?” Mr. Johnson exclaimed.
“NO WAY!” we wailed.
We ran down the cracked sidewalk screaming. When we finally opened our eyes, we were on
an ancient walkway. “Cool décor!” Cilica
remarked. “They must be giving a ton of
candy!”
We ran anxiously up the murky sidewalk. We were puffing by the time we got to the top
of the walkway. “Oh my gosh,” said
Cilica.
In front of us was a house that looked like it used to be
baby blue and all the paint was peeling away from the termite-infested
walls. On the decomposing porch, was a
pumpkin that looked as though someone had stabbed it with a knife. The giant wooden door had some strange red
liquid on it. “There’s blood on the
door,” I whispered as we cautiously walked up the creaking steps. With my heart pumping, I slowly lifted the
bronze knocker and dropped it. It made a
loud thunk and the door swung open, revealing a musty living room.
On a crowded wooden table was a gold candle holder with a
small pool of hardened wax. Next to the
table was an old, mildewed-smelling chair with some sort of rip in it. In a creaky corner was a wooden chair with a
leg missing. “Okay,” I said, “maybe the candy is in here.” We came to a set of double doors. Inside were many things like moldy
bread. Cilica walked up to some tomato
soup and tasted some. “Still tastes
good!” she admitted.
Just then, the beautiful chandelier crashed down to the
floor! We just escaped by going through
another set of double doors. “That was close!” I murmured, clutching my sides. Now
we were in a blue carpeted dining room. “This
is starting to get freaky.” Cilica whimpered.
Many strange foods were set out on the table. A glass full of 1,000-year-old wine sat near
a plate of Halloween candy. “Okay, let’s
grab some candy and go.” I turned to the door but it had disappeared! “The exit is probably over here.” Celica
replied. She was pointing to a shady
hallway.
As we walked through the heavily decorated hallway, the
pictures seemed to move and we heard talking ahead. When we reached the end of the hallway, the
door was opened a crack. I peeked through
the crack and was shocked. My mouth
opened in a silent scream.
Inside, I saw our mayor all dressed in black. Around him was a gathering of real
monsters! There was a witch with one
eye, her eye socket looking like an ominous black hole. There was also a werewolf, black eyes
flickering around. Next to him was a
ghost, its black mouth opened in an O.
“We have to get out somehow!” I panicked.
“We could run through the ghost and run out the open door.” Cilica commented.
We decided that the idea was perfect. “On three,” I whispered. “One, two, three!”
We threw open the door and before anyone could blink, we
darted past the werewolf, took a deep breath and ran through the ghost. It felt as though a bucket of ice-cold water
had been dumped over our heads. I ran to
the open door, and we ran. We ran and
ran until we made it home.
I will never forget that night. This is a lesson to kids of all ages: stay
out of old houses!!
The End
