• On hawllows eve, it was warm & windy, the sky was speckled with stars & the eerie glow of the moon. i was walking with my friends, Jackie, Jose, & Alex on Cedar Road in Hilton at about 8:30 pm.

    "Why didn't you guys wear costumes this year?" I asked Jose & Alex
    "Mabey i didn't feel like being a blood-sucking vampire who vants to kill people."
    Alex teased while flicking my clishe' cape.
    "Isn't a kitty-cat more of a girl thing anyways." joked looking over at Jackie.
    "Well mabey we didn't want to look like boring goths all dressed in black!" Jackie sassed back. "meow!" She added.
    We all joked around until we came to the creepy house on Botetourt Lane, number 66.....5. All of us had heard of the "frightening" stories of this
    one certain house. Even the exaggerated ones where there's an axe-weilding murderer or something, none of us beleived in the stories, but we were still scared
    of this old place. Mabey it was that no one lived in it for more than a month, or just its apperence, but there was definantly something wrong with this house.
    "I dare you to go into the house Ria." Alex said in a smug and confident way. But he apparently doesn't know that i can't turn down a dare.
    "Yeah, sure, i don't believe in ghosts, and this will prove that everyone's scared of this place for no reason." I scoffed right back at him. We walked over
    to the door, but it was locked, so we went into nthe backyard and I went in through a window.
    "Good luck staying alive."
    "shut up Jose, and i will." i laughed. I jumped onto the floor and closed the window. The room was completely empty except for one wooden chair right in the
    middle facing me. "Thats kinda creepy." I mumbled to myself. As soon as is said that, something blocked out the light coming through the window. I turned around
    expecting to see my friends, or at least hear them laughing, but they were already on the other side of the street. I turned back and thought it was an animal or something to calm my nerves.
    I walked over to the kitchen and took out my plastic fangs and ceesy cape, then placed them on the counter. After that, i started hearing what sounded like
    people waliking upstairs. Then all of a sudden i heard a loud BOOM like a bowling alley strike. I looked up the stairs, dark, but empty. So i headed up but i
    started feeling a really cold breeze. "That was just the wind." I whispered to myself with uncertanty.
    Upstairs was empty also, but one room had a matress propped up against the wall and the other one a an old burea, and absolutley nothing that had fallen. I
    walked pen to the burea and pulled open the top drawer. In it was nothing but a wrinkled up piece of newspaper from the obituary dated 20 years ago. What it
    looked like was a lady with dark hair, light eyes, fair skin, and pretty young. I thought it was weird how it didn't say how she died, not that the print was
    very legible anymore, And she was much too young to die of old age.

    "Miranda Stokes." I read aloud. Then all went dead quiet, and i heard a
    "Helol!" The hair stood up on the back of my neck and i flew downstairs, opened the window, and it felt like i was pushed out of the window. I kept running
    till i crossed the street to my friends who were discussing who would get my Wii if i died. Great friends i have.
    "Ria, where's your costume and fangs?" Jose wondered. I looked back at the house.
    "Leave it." i muttered.