A Halloween (Part 1)

Disgusting. The house was absolutely disgusting. It stood far back alone, gazing at who could be its next victim. So why did my cousin and I go to that gruesome place? Because it lured us in.

     It was a halloween night when my cousin Dilon and I were out trick or treating late at night. Screams were heard from spooked children as they ran from scary clowns and vicious monsters.

     "These stupid little kids. They get scared over everything," Dilon said.

     "Such punks," I said.

     We walked up to the house where all those kids came yelling from. There was someone in a suit dressed up as some killer with fake blood all over the costume.

     "Really, they were scared of that?" Dilon commented.

     We walked onto the porch.

     "Trick or treat," we both said together.

     We collected the candy, looking very disappointed at what we received. We acted all delightful by saying "thank you," while smiling.

     "Really, this is all we get?" I argued.

     We only got three pieces of candy.

     "What happened to getting a full sized candy bar?" My cousin responded.

     "I know right. Hopefully we get lucky," I said.

     We kept trudging down the filled sidewalk. Though it was compacted with trick or treaters, the amount of people continued to drop as we kept plodding. Nobody was left. As we kept going, all the porch lights from the houses were turned off and the doors were all closed.

     "Dilon, should we just turn back and go home because we got enough candy," I insisted.

     "No, we should keep going," he responded. "Don't you want to get a big sized candy bar?"

     "I mean, yeah of course I want one." I replied.

     "So then let's keep going we may get lucky," Dilon suggested.

     "Ok, fine," I said.

     The road was about to end.

     "Dil, the road's about to end," I stated.

     He ignored me and kept walking.

     "Dilon!" I screamed.

     "What," Dilon said annoyed.

     As I was about to say something, we both noticed a light from a distance come on. It was from a gargantuan house sitting in the fields facing the houses on the road we were on.

     "I never even noticed that house was there," I said, feeling very weirded out.

     "Lets go over there. Maybe they turned the porch light on because they're passing out candy," Dilon assumed.

     "Um, I don't know," I spoke.

     "That house is huge, so that could possibly mean that they have big candy bars," Dilon said.

     "Are you sure?" I wondered.

     "Come on, let's go," he said.

     Dilon began walking to the house leaving me behind.

     "Dil, wait up!" I shouted.

     I scurried to catch up to him.

     "Come on," Dilon said agitated.

     The house looked so different far away. It looked like the lawn wasn't mowed for months, and the building could possibly use some repairs on the bricks that made up the structure.

     "Wow, this house is huge," I said shocked.

     The building looked like it was hovering over us.

     "Dil, there's something in the window over there," I observed, spooked.

     I stopped walking to stare at it. It was in the upstairs window. A wee, distinct light was on illuminating the back of the room. It looked like a person was yelling something.

     "What is it?" He asked while walking back to me.

     "Over there, in that window," I said while pointing.

     Dilon turned his head to the window. He peered stunned and puzzled for a bit then he said, "That's probably just someone trying to scare us, or maybe it's a kid who lives there," Dilon proposed.

     We continued strolling to the house. My eyes were still attached to that upstairs window.

     "This must be one funny joke," I uttered.

     Bang!

     The upstairs window went.

     I squinted my eyes to make out who that was at the window as we continued walking. It was a kid, two kids. They were banging their tiny hands and Halloween buckets on the window. I tried to ignore it. But I couldn't.

     "Bro, stop looking at the window, it's Halloween so of course there's gonna be scary things!" Dilon blurted.

     "I know, I'm sorry, it just looks so real," I said.

     We finally approached the front porch that was squirming with spiders making webs. Grass was climbing its way onto the porch. Bugs fluttered at the vivid porch light.

     "Knock," Dilon told me.

     "Why can't you knock?" I wondered.

     "Uggh," He sighed.

     Dilon instantly knocks three times on the door.

     "Why are you being such a wimp?" Dilon abruptly asked me.

     Before any words could slip out of my mouth a deliberate creak sounded. It was the door. It was opening slowly. My heart bolted as the door crept open. I couldn't see anything but caliginous darkness filling in all the spaces in the house.

     I backed away from the door trembling.

     "Dilon, lets go," I said, my voice shaky.

     I glanced back up at the window, and no one was at the window anymore.

     Dilon turned around to face me and said,"No, get over here."

     "What is that?" I sounded hysterical.

     "What?" Dilon questioned.

     Something huge and black was moving closer to them from the darkness. Dilon turned back around, and whatever it was was moving towards them quickly.

     "Ah!" We both screamed.

     The thing protruded its face out the door. It revealed a witch face that looked hoary. It laughed as it held a flashlight below its chin illuminating its face. It reached at its face and pulled it off.

     "Boo!" The thing laughed. "Ha! Ha! Ha!"

     It was no witch, it was a brobdingnagian woman with hair that was dirty and messy.

     "Ha! Ha! Ha!" She kept going.

     "You scared us," I said, feeling relieved.

     "No, she didn't scare me," Dilon spoke. "Do you have candy?"

     "Um, yeah. Of course I do," the lady stuttered. "Come on in."

     The woman turned on a lamp that lit only a portion of the house. Then, she went and turned on a second lamp that didn't make the room any brighter. We walked inside and looked at each other as we stood at the doorway.

     "I'll be right back, I have to go get the candy from the basement," she told us.

     "Ok," we both said.

     She sashayed down a gloomy hallway like she was a model.

     "This place looks so creepy," Dilon whispered.

     "I know right," I agreed.

     The walls' wallpaper reminded me of an old Victorian house in the early nineteen hundreds. The whole inside of the house was gloomy and dolorous. The furniture looked ancient and dusty. The house smelled like something rotten and deceased.

     "I hope she hurries up," I said, scrunching my nose at the horrid smell.

     I really didn't want to breathe this air anymore. Dilon unexpectedly nudged my shoulder to get my attention. I looked at him because he was signaling at something.

     "Up there," Dilon mumbled so low I had to strain my ears to hear him.

     I peered upstairs to see two white faces peeking out from a dark room. I pretended like I didn't espy them. I looked the other way and then back down. I keeked back up, and the door gradually closed.

     "What's taking her so long?" Dilon wondered.

     "Oh my gosh," I gasped quietly."Those kids that were in the window."

     "Bro, calm down those kids probably live here," he guessed.

     "They were upstairs in a dark room," I said. "We should-"

     Crash!

     A noise interrupted.

     Both of our heads turned immediately to the extensive hallway leading to the basement.

     Help!

     A lady's voice hollered.

     "Oh my gosh," I whispered in a hysterical tone. "Is someone hurt, is the lady hurt?"

     "Relax, we should tell those people up there," Dilon suggested.

     "Ok, then tell them," I said.

     "Hey! I think someone's hurt in the basement!" Dilon hollered.

     We waited for those things to come out of the room but nothing happened. Dilon and I nervously walked to the basement.

     "Dilon, what if they didn't hear you?" I said shakily.

     "Lets just go and check it out ourselves," Dilon replied.

     We walked slowly through the somber hallway.

     "Maybe we should just call the cops and leave," I spoke.

     As usual he ignored me and kept going. Doors were on all sides of the long hallway. It made all of my bones tense and my stomach ache.

     "I don't hear anything anymore," Dilon whispered.

     "Lets just hurry and see if she's alright," I suggested.

     We began speed walking to the basement. Anxiety took over my entire body as we reached the basement. I gripped my halloween bucket tighter.

     "It's way too dark down there, how could she even see. No wonder she hurt herself," Dilon voiced.

     He reached in his back pocket, grabbing his phone. He turned the flashlight on, shining it down the basement stairs.

     "I don't hear anymore screams, do you think she's dead?" I said worriedly.

     "Only one way to find out," Dilon answered while looking down upon the basement.

     Dilon took one trembling step on the basement stairs, and I followed. The basement had many stairs. The light shined down on an empty concrete floor.

     "Hello," Dilon said, an echo drifted from his voice.

     "I think she's dead," I said.

     We walked further down the stairs. It creaked with every step.

     "I don't like it down here," I complained.

     "Duh, who likes basements?" Dilon said.

     As we descended the stairs I could barely see the dim hallway.

     "Nothing's down here," I concluded.

     "Well, we heard something," Dilon said. "She must be down here somewhere."

     We made it to the bottom of the staircase.

     "Do you have your phone?" Dilon asked.

     "Yeah," I answered. "But my phone's dead."

     "Dang," he said tiredly.

     Dilon flashed the light both ways deciding which way to go. He began walking to the deeper side of the basement. We walked casually.

     Bump!

     Something went.

     "Ah!" We exclaimed.

     The noise broke the stillness. It sounded like a box falling. Dilon's hand was quaking, making the light dance all over.

     "What was that?" Dilon asked, his voice quaking.

     We slowed our pace.

     "Where's the candy?" I said.

     Not a piece of candy was in sight.

     "Ew! What's that? It's so slippery," Dilon uttered, disgusted.

     He beamed his light down. There was red running all over the floor. It crept unhurriedly from a two doored closet beside us.

     "That's blood!" I said, in a shocked low whisper.