On Halloween night I was trick or treating when I saw the shape of a monkey galumphing through the streets. I started chasing it and soon it ran into a trash can. The reason it hit the can was because it had an old straw farmer’s hat covering its eyes. The hat  fell off and it started jibbering and screeching when I got within ten feet of it. When it turned around, I saw that it had empty eye sockets and no flesh or skin. Now I was the scared one!

    It was almost seven thirty and we were just walking out the door to go into town to trick or treat. As we were parking our dark blue van, I heard laughing,a bang on the side of our car and a sound like shhhhhhhhhh. My mom, Harper and my dad, Jesse both looked at each other. They unbuckled themselves and opened the door. They hopped out of the car and I heard my mom gasp. My brother,Eli, my sister,Autumn and I all got out of the van. We all were shocked too. Someone had tagged our car! It said something like THE GANG on it. It was a bit scary. 

    My friend Micah, her little sister Grace and my little sister's friend were waiting for us. As my parents were backing out of the parking lot, Micah and Grace saw our car. They both had their mouths hanging wide open. They asked me what happened to our car. I told them that as we were parking, we assumed a group of teens came and spray painted the side of our car.

A fluffy purple caterpillar glides across Alley Road on Halloween night, always slowing to look at flowers. In its mind, thoughts are swirling around “Soon, the undead will be here soon.” Somewhere, a clock strikes 12, meaning the time has come to terrorize the city.  The caterpillar sees a bucket of cocoa powder fly high into the sky, turning into an undead vulture above the city.  A turquoise orangutan pulls it’s head out of a spinach can  and says in a southern accent, “Ooooh yeah! It's good to be alive again.”

  The caterpillar starts yodeling. All undead rise under the control of the one and only fluffy purple caterpillar. 

“It is now time to terrorise!!!!!!” it yells.

The pale mist coates the windows and trees

It seems to be dancing

A noise cries out in the distance 

A chill runs up my spine

The snow covers my costume

And hers, and his, and theirs

A short girl drifts past me 

Drifts?

I turn quickly 

She’s gone

No wait 

There she is 

A scream is etched on her face. 

Her hair matted down the sides of her face

She is nearly translucent 

“Look” I say 

“I don’t see anything”

I leave the group

I slowly make my way toward her

She walks through the crowd

Gasps ring out as she passes through people

“Did it just get colder”

“I suddenly got a headache” 

She walks into the mist close to the old oak

I follow 

I turn 

I hold in a scream