While
trick-or-treating, my friends and I decided to explore a dark street we had
never noticed before. There was only one street lamp on the whole street, and
it wasn’t even working properly. The light flickered on and off giving the
street a sort of creepy feel. I glanced at my friends, and in the moment we all
agreed that we were big boys and started down the street to the only house with
its lights on. Being the oldest of the group (by only four months) I felt it
was my job to lead the way for the other four in my group. When I looked at the
others, it seemed they had agreed too. We passed a few houses, some had
decorations, and some didn’t. Slowly, we approached the house. Said house
looked older than the others, with its worn roof and overgrown yard. The
driveway had a creepy looking pumpkin near the garage. It had a cheerful smile,
but its eyes looked evil, like it was trying to draw us in with false kindness.
As I looked at the Jack-o-Lantern, it seemed to be looking back at me.
Then…“Hey Zach! There’s a bag of candy on the porch!” The voice of little Jimmy
broke the staring contest between myself and the pumpkin. Obviously I was
winning… Shaking my head, I made my way over to the others, never once noticing
that the pumpkin was, in fact following me as I walked. “Anything good?” I
asked when I got back to the group. Ben nodded, his cheeks stuffed with what
appeared to be chocolate, if the brown stuff around his mouths was a tell-tell
sign. Eagerly, I practically skipped over to the back of candy to find some
good stuff. As I reached into the bag of candy, I thought I heard a voice
saying, “Pick me, pick me!” That was completely ridiculous thought, because
everyone knew candy can’t talk. “Pick meeeeee!” There it was again. Quickly, I
turned and looked at my friends. “Did you guys say something?” I asked,
narrowing my eyes at them. Little Jimmy shook his head while Nick, the second
oldest, spoke up. “Nope, I think the candy has gone to your head, Zach.” I
guess he could be right, but I swear I was hearing someone. Sighing, I got a
handful of candy and put it in my pillowcase before moving away from the porch.
That’s when it all happened.
Creeeeeak.
“Helllooooo?
Hellooooooooooooooo?” A creepy voice called out to us from the slowly opening
door. Little Jimmy jumped and hide behind my back. Everyone else followed his
lead, making me be the buffer between them and the unknown person. As the door
opened the jack-o-lantern from earlier waddled up onto the porch and grinned at
us. “hellooo? Children? Come to meeeee.” The voice whispered, the wind picking
up and blowing towards the house. Beckoning us to go closer and poor Ben, who
had eaten almost all he candy already, started walking to the porch as if in a
trance. “Ben!” Jack called, trying to grab the other boy’s sleeve, but yet he
walked past up. I couldn’t believe what
I was seeing. Ben was walking like a zombie to the house and there was a
pumpkin waving at us, me, its smile widening with every step Ben took. “Zach!
Help him!” Little Jimmy cried, snapping me out of my shock. Quick as a bee, I
grabbed Ben’s arm and dragged him back to the group and handed him to Nick.
“Oh? Children… Dooo you not waaannnnt a treeeeeeeeeeat.” The voice called
again, a older looking lady appeared halfway from the doorway. She seemed to be
floating off the floor a few inches. Her short brown hair floated around her
head and white eyes stared at us. I couldn’t help but shiver. “Hey! You old
hag! We don’t want your candy no more!” I yelled, slowly having my group back
up. The women laughed, it was a harsh and eerily sound that made us all freeze
in place. “Oh… But little kiddies looooove treaaaats.” I scowled a little,
turning away from the hag and faced my friends. “Come on, lets get out of here.
Jimmy’s mom will want him home.” The others nodded and Nick led the way, his
hand still holding onto Ben’s arm tightly so the younger boy wouldn’t get away.
After making sure my friends were almost to the end of the yard, I turned back
around and with my impressive nine year old bravery, I faced the witch. “Zach!
What are you doing?!” I heard Nick yell at me. “Get over here!” For a nine year
old he was rather bossy, I couldn’t help but think. “You leave my friends
alone!” I shouted then pivoted on the heels of my feet and darted back to the
group. Taking little Jimmy’s hand, Nick and I ran quickly down the street with
the younger boys. I never wanted to go back to that house again.
Meanwhile, back at the
house a young girl of about sixteen stepped out from the door way, pushing the
button on a remote making the image of the witch vanish. Laughing, the girl called
out to someone else in the house. “Dakota! We got them good this year!” There
was a harsh sounding laugh followed by the light pitter patter of footsteps
before an older girl with long brown hair stood next to the younger, a creepy
smile on her face. “Oh yes… And boy was it fun. Though, I had hoped to catch
one of those delicious looking boys. Mama will be rather angry we didn’t get a
larger meal.” The older girl said softly, her eyes glinting as she took in the
three little boys tied up in the living room. “These will have to do.”
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