My last Halloween

 

 

On Halloween night, while trick-or-treating we passed the cemetery. Suddenly we all felt a cold and spooky wind...

Many of my friends shivered from the wind but I didn’t I always liked the cold. Even though I cued still fell something wasn’t right. We ignored it though and went on to enter the cemetery. We told our parents we would be trick or treating with some kids down the street, but instead we all piled in my car for some good Halloween fun. This night would go down in history as the night we died. We just didn’t know it yet…

We walked around for an hour trying to find the oldest head stone. All five of use sat down in front of it not knowing what ells to do. That’s when Melinda pulled a bottle of wine out of her bag. Taking a big gulp she passed the bottle to me. I didn’t hesitate to take a swig. I didn’t care if I was the driver, I’ve driven drunk before. The “party” was getting really excited when Isabel had to use the bathroom. She ran in to the woods, as we kept drink Melinda’s stash of wine.

The cold wind kept blowing at this point not showing any sign of stopping. I heard my name being called somewhere off in the distance. I couldn’t tell were from until someone hit my shoulder with the bottle of wine. My friends asked me what was wrong but I said nothing and went to drink from the bottle, but before it even touched my lips something flew out and hit it knocking it out of my hands and shattering the bottle when it hit the ground. I yelled at my friend thinking she did it, but her face was pail. I looked from one to another trying to ask all of them why they weren’t talking to me. I got no reply.

 I stopped leaning on the old tome stone to touch Melinda’s face. That’s when I heard a scram come from the woods were Isabel Had ran in to the woods. My head spun to look at where the scram had come from I looked back to see if my friends would respond or not but they were just sitting there drinking from the bottle still like nothing had happened. I yelled at them all saying we had to go help her she just screamed!

Out from the woods walked Isabel without any scratches on her. By this time my friends all decided it was time to take the bottle from me thinking I had too much to drink. Once Isabel reached the circle with her friends, I asked if she was alright. With a giggle in her voice she said that using leafs wasn’t as fun as people make it out to be. This time I grabbed the bottle from them saying I was fine. I leaned my head back and took a big swig. When I lifted my head back up my friends were gone. I panicked not hearing any footsteps or when saying they were going somewhere. Then on the ground spelled out in sticks rocks and leaves was “You heard right.” My heart jumped out of me and ran away. I quickly got to my feet and started to run. Only to pass out and hit the ground when something hit my head.

I opened my eyes a little afraid to see what I would see. It was still light out and my friends were all back by the tome stone. I cued hear them calling my name, I wanted to call back but my body wouldn’t listen to me. It was as if I was dead. Finely it hit me; I was standing up when I opened my eyes! My head turned slowly to were my cold corps still laid on the ground. I screamed with all of my might wanting this to be over. Looking again at myself I cued now see what had hit me. It was a knife that had stabbed my spinal cord perfectly. I got closer to it hoping it was just a prank someone was doing on me. I leaned closer to the knife and there it said “1913 the dead can kill”. I jumped back reading that last line.

Soon my friends found were my body laid. As they got closer I looked again at my body to see that this time the knife was gone, and next to my body was a woman. She was holding the knife and wearing a really old dress. It was a dark red color and her hair was messy like she had been out here for days. She walked over to my friends, and one by one she stabbed them in the back of the head. They couldn’t see what was going on, all they know was that something was killing them off. I ran over to her trying to stop her but she kept throwing me to the ground and said “I have been here for 20 years, waiting for this day. Now it’s your job. In 20 years you too must kill a group of people. I’ll give you the hint the spirit before me said, when your dress turns red, know where your knife is.” With that, before I cued even ask what was going on, she dropped the knife by my feet and disappeared. I looked from my body to my friends, back and forth hoping something would happen. Nothing did. I let my anger spill out and let out a powerful scram.