It's Write A *Spooky* Scene Day!

 

Scary Pumpkins? Yes, please...

There's no cameraman or camerawoman in this one... but are you ready for the most horrifying, scary scene of your lives?? 🎃😨👻😱

Mwahahaha! Happy Halloween! Let's get reading!

“Honey?” Mom’s voice calls from outside of my bedroom. I jump, sheets tangling around my feet and the pillowcase stuffing itself in my mouth. I spat it out and sat up quickly, beads of sweat flying from my forehead.

“Yes, Mom?” I reply promptly, wiping my face. I’m still shivering from earlier. My brother, Grant, had been very insistent on being a clown this Halloween. I had begged him not to, even offering my favorite candy- Reese’s- if he agreed to be something less scary. He wouldn’t accept it, claiming that scaring me was “way more fun than eating some dumb candy.”

 

“Are you asleep yet?” she asks. I sigh. Mom is not the smartest woman there is, and she usually asks ridiculous questions like that. 

I mumble something like “yes” and fling my blankets over my head. It creates a sort of insulation, baking my skin until I’m sure I’ll make a Nile River of sweat. It drips down my nose and I glare at it with disgust. My eyes dart from side to side, making sure that there are no shadows cast on my thin blankie. I shrug it off, gulping in the cool midnight air flowing through my window. Wait… I didn’t open that window, did I?

I now thrust my sheets off completely, letting them drop onto the floor. Studying the window through slitted eyes, I flinch when I hear a creak. My feet aren’t on the ground- what could have made that noise?

Slowly, I let my eyes travel to the foot of my bed. A screech catches itself in my throat and every muscle in my body spasms with fear. In that spot, someone is standing, idle, and they tower over me. They have big, puffy hair on, and I can see a big red nose bulging between their pitch-black eyes. A trickle of blood leaves their mouth, which I can hardly make out. There are odd, blood-stained frills lining their shirt poofing out like menacing clouds. Something sharp gleams in their hand. Oh… it’s Grant! I think, laughing sharply.

“Grant, stop that,” I squeak, voice cracking against my will. “I’ll give you my whole candy bag when we trick or treat if you do!”

Grant’s hand- the one with the sparkling thing- raises, and the blade of a knife points at my forehead. 

“I do not want candy,” the clown spat, blood flying. I gulp, realizing it’s not Grant. Didn’t I promise myself if I ever met a clown or anything scary I would be brave? I wonder. I am not being very daring right now. The hand shoots forward, right at me. “I want the world.” They let go of the knife. The last thing I see is the gleam of a blade.