Essay on Trick Or Treat: The Worst Night of My Life

When the maid found a ladder I can use, she brought it to me. She still didn't notice those guys following her. As my hand touched the cold metal, I felt someone behind me. I thought it was the maid so I didn't bother to look back. Next, I felt someone yanking me back, then I got tied up so tight, blood was dripping. After they put me in the car, I started to think about Mina again, I also started to regret getting out of the room. When I got to Dracula I noticed a gray door in the back of the room. As everyone was talking in the corner of the building , I decided to slowly go to the door being as quiet as

“WayWay!,” Jesse said loud, trying to not shout in case he woke the residents up. He scuttled down the path after his brother, who was determined to knock on this door. Up the rickety porch steps he went, it creaked and crackled under his weight.

"Whoa now wait a minute. You killed your husband and his girlfriend then fled to Arkansas?"

“I have no idea.” He screams as he’s losing blood at an alarming rate. I take my coat and tie it around his chest to stop the bleeding and we keep running.

Needing to see more of the house, I started descending the curved staircase. I stopped halfway down the staircase and savored the view. My eyes wandered around to the rooms that I would no longer use. Rooms that were once filled with people and belongings were now piled high with

He’s admired me since we were in Level Three. Plus, since he’s two years older than everyone else so he’d always been bigger and more intimidating and poor me became his the victim of his affection. He was really sweet for the first few weeks. I was probably only twelve and while I am tall for my age, I weighed little to nothing, and he always stood taller. He’d help me reach for books in the library, he’d offer to carry my things, and then things slowly got worse. He’d grab ahold of my hand or wrist and pull me along, no matter how hard I fought. He’d stalk me as I’d walk home, and on the last day of school everyone was invited to the big bonfire that was being held. Of course I went. I might not have been a social butterfly, but bonfires were rare, and I was obsessed with the

“BUT HEY! LOOK! 2 versus 1!” Nathan but his arm over my shoulders. And stuck his tongue out at Dylan, making me laugh in the

“Will do Nik,” Rob half yelled after me as I walked towards the stairs to the of the apartment building which I’d later be returning to, since I live up on the seventh floor. Even though I live all the way on the seventh floor, I usually take the stairs since I end up sitting in a lab most of my day and don’t have much time for any other exercise.

“I am coming for you next, know nobody will know our secret” with a murderous look on his face.

We get to the top floor and realize that the only way down was either the stairs, or the elevator.

The cops ignore him, laughing as they are about to leave when William [on a roll] continues to describe the officers with names he thought would hurt them the most.

As I slowly walk down the stairs, I notice that the house is eerily quiet. Even though I don’t think anybody is around, I walk silently, making

I stumble out of bed, grabbing a nearby torch, and wiping the sleep from my face. My castle is silent and damp tonight. Nearly too quiet for my own comfort. I still feel unsettled, as the thought of an attack runs rampant in my head. I try to calm myself by pacing around my bed, but the rug is ever so slightly damp from the humidity, and it makes the soles of my feet feel sticky. Listening for any noises, I try to be reassuring. There is no one in the house. There aren 't any noises in the house that would suggest people present. I am safe. Suddenly the sound of small footsteps are audible from what I discern to be the cellar. Gathering my courage, I carefully exit my room, and round the corner, my hand sliding across the cool, rough stone wall. Tip toeing down the old

The six flights of stairs to my apartment normally doesn’t bother me, but tonight it’s the stairway to hell. With each step pain flares up my spine and by the time I reach my door I feel like passing out. I fumble for the keys in my back pocket and unlock the door. The hinges squeak and produce a shrill, horrid sound. God knows how old the door is. It’s not the best of apartments, rather shitty but it’s what I could afford at the time, after all I’m only 16 and had to lie about my age in order to live here alone. My

Before he even had time to respond to me I walk out. I rush to my room and start packing; I didn’t even see what I was packing, my body was just mechanically going through the motion of putting items in a bag. Once I was satisfied I zip the bag up, I look around at the place where I called home, my enclosure for 6