Personal Narrative : Halloween : The Ghost Story Of Halloween

Transition: With all holidays come celebrations, let’s talk about the festivities that helped shape Halloween today.

One day me, my mom, my dad, and my 3 cousins, Victor, Corry, and Priscilla went to a big pumpkin patch in Lathrop 2 days before Halloween.

Me, Emma, Megan, were really nervous to go in the haunted house cause it was our first time there but it was ruined by other people that swear and yell at

As I was going down the street I heard steps just behind me gradually getting closer, as the sound of heels resonated with the concrete sending shivers down my spine. It was an unusual occurrence in the area I was currently in, people lingering after dark, especially on this specific night: Halloween. All I could sense was this eerie feeling as if my own body was sending quiet, almost whispered signals telling me to quicken my pace. My hands began to sweat as my breathing got increasingly louder as the set of footsteps followed my actions. I was certain now, this person was following me for a reason still unknown to my shaking figure trying to compose itself for a possible physical fight. It was the worst scenario I could think of: having

Halloween place in town. Back then, as 5th graders our definition of “cool” was what our parents will not and will allow us to do. Thing was, I had already known Screamland Farms because some friends had been there before. They had shown me pictures that were so scary they temporarily inscribed into my head. However, I did not want to be that one person who missed out fun things. After much needed convincing and coaxing from my friends I decided to go to this Halloween event. My parents did not mind as long as we went with at least one

Halloween has been celebrated in this country and many other countries with fan and fair. A local celebration for this holiday is the Heritage Halloween event. This event takes place every year at the National Ranching Heritage Center on October 31. During this event many activities took place such as Trick-or-Treating, hayrides, and cakewalks. The activity that interested me was Trick-or-Treating ritual.

When I arrived TO was at the kitchen table eating breakfast. TO was speaking staff about Halloween and what she was going to be for Halloween, which is a ghost. TO asked staff to pin a ghost crocheted ghost on her sweater. I asked TO if she knew how to crochet. She informed me an individual at her work crocheted the ghost for her. After TO ate her breakfast and took her medication, TO went into the living room to watch television until the grits bus arrived.

“Ooooh, Jacob likes Amanda!” The table replied with an “Oooh” of its own and became filled with giggles and gossip.

Halloween is celebrated on the evening of October 31. Many Americans dress up in costumes and tell scary tales. Pumpkins are carved into Jack - O - Lanterns and kids go door to door saying trick or treat hoping to get candy.

It was Halloween again. When I was an eight year old kid I lived in Lakewood, Washington with my little half-brother Torin and my big brother Erik. You see my father had died two months before I was born. I didn’t know him, but his name was Jordan.

Even though Halloween is typically western tradition, many Vietnamese still celebrate and enjoy Halloween parties. Those parties are mostly held at backpacker areas, in coffee shops, bars, or restaurants. I joined in several of them when I was in Vietnam. However, I have never gone to a haunted wood, for we don’t have it there. Last year, my neighbor, who I have been knowing since I came to America, took me to Millers Thrillers Haunted Wood. It was a terrifying and fascinating experience.

One day on a crisp fall day I was looking for houses to go tricking or treating at. And since halloween is in a couple of days a thought it would be perfect timing I was only 12 years old so my mom would only let walk through our neighborhood. And as I was walking through our road I saw a patch of woods and a gravel road that lead to it. And I thought to myself it is the middle of the day and it is technically in our neighborhood I thought I would go down the road. And that decision changed halloween for me forever.

October 31 2010 I was 11 years old it was Halloween night i was going to go with my friends to this neighborhood 2 miles away from my friends mom was gonna take us. earlier that day i had asked my mom if could go and she said no because she wanted me to go trick or treating with this girl across the street from me because she does not have any friends in our neighborhood and her dad was out of town and her aunt was working late so i had to agree.

One october night, Micah and I were sitting in my room, talking about our plans for the following holidays. Micah suggested movies, a haunted house, and our church’s Halloween Party to supervise the kids, and I agreed.

Four years ago on a cold eerie night during Halloween; my family and I went to Scarborough downs for a haunted hayride. While we were waiting in line, the smell of hot coffee and warm cider made me giddy. My parents were hesitant on bringing me at first because I was scared easily. But, this time it was different; I had convince them to letting me go with them. We go there and my composed demeanor was loss like a paper in the wind. I was acting like I was not scared though my brother sensed that I was scared. At this moment my brother went to the bathroom. I was too worried about the ride that I did not released a few minutes later he came back; he ran up behind me and whispered in my ear “You won't see tomorrow”. I slapped him and ran behind