Creative Story : A Short Story

It was a dark, cold Halloween night. The wind rustled the leaves, and the tree branches reached out to the street like hands towards the young trick-or-treaters. The moon put off an eerie glow, and the crisp air whistled a frightening tune. Casper street was full of young children anxious to get their savory Halloween candies, but one group of kids was more interested in a tale the older people had told them the last year. Paxton, Ryley, Deangelo, and Jake were not interested in the candy but the old house at the end of the neighborhood. They could not quite remember the details of the story but the house, and the way it was described. It was an old, black house..no exterior or interior lighting. It’s grass had not been cut, and the glass windows were shattered.

Her eyes struggled to stay open, slowly blinking but never closing. Droplets from the clouds rolled down the windowpane, like copycats of those running down her face. The night was dark with shadows. The only sounds in the house were the plump raindrops falling on the windowsill, the clinking of beer bottles and the sound of her nervous breath. She had to stay awake for she had left the moment he had passed out on the dusty couch in the living room. Her sweaty palms clutched the leather straps of her bag. Her body shook like a small dog’s and the wind made the trees sway like the ghosts of everything she’d ever known. The sound finally came and so did the closing of her bedroom door.

Stepping out into the cold, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off and began to run. Margo heard their screams to come back. She was almost at the end, but then she landed on the ground with a loud thud.Her cries echoed off the wall. Margo looked around to see that no one was there, or at the door. They had disappeared, walked away from the door. Had she made it up? Did they actually care? Of course they didn’t, she was crazy after all. Margo had been left alone again, except this time it wasn’t in a closet, it was on the hard floor of the

Eerie shadows started appearing behind all objects, and rambunctious kids followed by paranoid parents occupied the sidewalks. Jordyn and her friends decided not to trick or treat this year seeming to be too old for the dressing up and running from house to house with a suitcase dreaded to be carried. Instead the group of girls decided to watch scary movies to set the Halloween mood. Each house’s porch along the way had been lit by jack-o-lanterns and the seasonal mums of fall colors. Smells of bonfires and leaves enlightened Jordyn’s nose along with lavender, having been the smell of shampoo used to wash her hair that was so intrigued with her face. “Only a little more way to go,” she thought to herself pulling her coat closer to her body as the breeze picked up. She looked up from the uneven sidewalks, swiping away the hair that had begun to annoy her, spotting a miniature Winnie the pooh stumbling down the path quite a bit ahead of her. “How cute,” she spoke quietly. She glanced more closely and realized something strange, there was no one else around the child. The last group of trick or treaters and their parents had passed no less than five minutes ago. The only houses ahead lead to a main road

I want to look back to see what happened but I keep trotting on. I head up the stairs, holding my hand over my cut. Silently I press each foot, as lightly as I possibly can on each step. I notice that I can no longer hear Mrs.Berntson’s heels racing down the hallway. With excitement I softly move on. At the top of the steps, I glimpse down the S shaped hallway. By each door there is a dim lantern, barely making a presence. Every door looks the same, dark brown with splatters of dull aged blood. I hear a silent creek come from

She visited several houses while growing more confident each time she rung the doorbell. Lexi loved to hear the swoosh of candy getting tossed in her bag. She darted down the street and approached another house. She saw lots of kids and loads of pumpkins brimming with candy. She ran to catch the other kids as they were approaching the house. She got closer, trying not to pant from running. The kids were huddled passing around toilet paper. She heard the crunching of the fallen leaves as she peered behind the bush. The kids were whispering as they started throwing toilet paper. As she watched she started to feel bad and frightened they would see her behind the bush.

“The cake!” a cracking voice screams from the kitchen. A young, brown haired male ran to the oven “Thank god, it’s not burnt,” a sigh of relief rushes over him. He had a very slender figure that went quite well with his narrow face. He covered the base of the cake with a UT orange frosting, then with black frosting wrote “Happy 14th Birthday Aster and Alex”. He set the cake on the marble countertop and began to clean up. Moreover, Alex Strange always enjoyed the smell of baked goods, ever since he was a kid watching his father bake.

The inside was so lurid with fake blood everywhere on the walls and on the ground. As I had spun around the corner a mannequin like a person standing to wait to pounce on its prey. BAH! They said intimidating me with fright, The adrenaline flew over my veins like a carp through a river, but I couldn’t move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralyzed me, and the more I thought about running away, or simply moving a bit, the more I felt discouraged and utterly terrified. I didn’t remember being that scared in my life. And that was just the beginning. That idea only made it worse.Throughout the park, monsters stirred around waiting for there prey to be feared. A choked cry for help came from a woman 10 ft away in agony of fear. “Clowns” Jacob exclaimed “they have returned for Halloween night, we must escape to another part of the park” Jacob proclaimed. We had traveled far from Jester town but soon found our way into fearytale land where all your fairytale characters come back to life scarier than before. Bloody little red riding hood limped from her broken ankle as The big bad wolf pondered around looking for his prey. Cinderella dressed so

It all started at his friend’s Halloween party. The whole school was going so John had to go. Their parents were gone and so the kids who hosted the party brought alcohol and drugs. John was not a bad kid and he told his 16 year old self that he would do drugs or drink alcohol. At the party everyone was acting like animals and they were all crazy drunk. John stayed out of that messed and decided to get a drink of water at the “bar”. After he was done with the drink he felt very dizzy and thought the water had some things in it that shouldn’t be there. After the party died down, he left and went home for some rest. The drive home was very uncomfortable for him because of his nausea. He heard on the radio, “I feel like a million bucks”! Which made him feel worse because he in fact did not feel like a “million bucks”. He got home and felt very sick. He was sure that something bad was in his system. John raced for his bed and just as he did he shrieked in terror. He saw a man in his mirror who disappeared as soon as John caught sight of him. This frightened John and he said to himself that it was his mind messing with him and he just needed rest. As he walked to his bed and as soon as he sat down everything went black.

“Sango, Toll Gate, Pleasure, Ile Epo! Sango, Toll Gate, Pleasure, Ile Epo!” the conductor screamed as he walked towards Toyosi, his right hand stretched out, shoulder slouched. She squeezed her face and eyed him, his white singlet stained with black and brown spots and streaks. His fingers were dark with engine oil and dirt stains, his fingernails half eaten. He pulled up his shorts to his waist but it immediately started falling off again. His singlet, rolled up slightly over his belly, revealed his dark midriff and his even darker, loose boxer shorts; they too were almost falling off. He stretched out his right hand again as he approached Toyosi, as if he wanted to help with the bag she was carrying but she tried to avoid him, swerving and throwing her face away. She wasn’t about to let him contaminate her goods.

“Steve!” Let's go! We don't have time for ice cream. “Yes, we do we just need to go through the shortcut way an well be fine, said Steve.” No, we won't but okay, Jo stated. As they were walking through the alley-way they heard a loud, crackling sound. “Steve, what is that?”Jo said. “I don't hear anything?” Said Steve. “Well, I do.” You go along ahead and go get your ice cream, i'll wait here. “Okay fine, said steve.”

The next day marks the one year anniversary of her mother’s passing, so Sophie has been making phone calls to get a few friends and family together to go visit her grave. Late that night, gray surrounds the sky’s horizon and Sophie is still up, but exhausted. Abruptly, Crash, there falls a light fixture. Sophie frantically rushes to get the dustpan and broom.

“I turned around and there was a big black figure standing behind me and then all of a sudden I hear, WOOOSH. Then everything went black. When I finally got up I was in the tent. I went outside to see where mom and dad were but they were nowhere to be found, ” she said with a terrified look on her face. By the way she looked, I could tell that she was not playing a prank on me like most of the other times. It just seems like I could trust her just this one time.

A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.

“ Man! I must have made it all up in my head. I can’t seem to shake this feeling off of my back. It’s this creepy alley.” I shook my head, and saw that my scream had scared the socks off of my friends. “Sorry guys, let’s just get out of here.”