Halloween Night

Author's Note: For my independent writing piece I decided to do something for Halloween. This is a ghost story, which are most common for Halloween. I hope you enjoy it!

The house is dark and I'm alone. I flop on my bed, thankful for the silence. I put the earbuds of my IPod in my ears and turn the volume up. It's 10:00 and my family is out trick-or-treating but I decided to stay home this year. Lying on my bed thinking about past Halloweens, the candy, counting it, sorting, trading. I'm staring up at the ceiling when the door downstairs crashes open. I hear it slam shut from the force of it opening. I listen for voices signaling the arrival of my family, but none comes. A few minutes later the floorboards creak under the weight of the figure. I'm so freaked out that I don't move, I can't move. I hear the thumping on the stairs, and the thumping of my heart against my chest, telling me they are coming up here. I pull the covers on top of me so no part of me is seen, hoping that this will make me invisible. I hear my door creak open and I peek out from under the covers. No one is standing there and downstairs I hear the joyful laughter of my little brother and sister. I get out of my bed and head downstairs and I heard a soft whisper, "Happy Halloween sweetheart…" The voice sounded like my mother's. The same mother that has been dead for 4 years.

Neighborhood

 Author's Note: This is a stream of consciousness we did in class one day. I had to think back to when I lived in a neighborhood with more kids in it. Right now I live in an apartment complex so that didn't really help me get my concrete image.

I open a window and the sounds and smells rush in. The laughter of the children playing outside, the crackling of leaves as they jump into the giant piles on the side of the road. The talking about Halloween and what they will be. Shrieking and crying when someone is hurt. Parents rushing out the door to see what has happened to their child.  The fresh autumn breeze carrying the scent of leaves, trees, and the beach down the road. The smell of carved pumpkins on the front porch. The twinkling lights hanging from the windows. Ghosts, Jack 'o' Lanterns, Skeletons, and spiders decorating the yard with lights and color. Children listen to music and dance and sing. Birds singing to each other way up in the trees.