"Halloween is cancelled!" the principle informed the high school over the loud speaker.
"What the hell?!" Everyone in the class began whispering.
"Due to the recent disappearances of two teens and three little kids in town, the towns committee has decided to cancel the festivities until the kids are found and their kidnapper is brought to justice," the principle explained.
Everyone in class complained as if they were going trick or treating. Everyone was probably going to parties, after all, we were all seniors. Meanwhile, while everyone else complained, my friends and I were giving each other mischievous looks. The streets being empty meant a perfect night for a second mischief night.
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I tried to push my window open without making a sound, but an eerie squeal came from the it. I cringed as I listened to hear any movement or whispers throughout the house, but everything was intact. The rest of my escape was indeed quite, I didn't even make a bang against the roof of my dad's tin shed; just a small thud, quieter than a mouse. It was pitch black outside. The sky was naked, no stars, no clouds, no planes. The moon was the only thing that was on the empty canvas.
I trotted down the street, the street lights -about 1,000 feet away from each other- giving me my only light source. The nearest street sign read Walker Street. That was Connor's street. I made a swift turn, looking in every direction to make sure no one saw me. How could they? I was decorated in black clothing from top to bottom. Black hat, black sweatshirt, black sweatpants, black boots, everything black.
One-twenty-one Walker Street, one-twenty-three Walker Street, and then Connor's place. As I approached one-twenty-five Walker Street, I noticed something moving in the dark. I couldn't quite make out what it was but it began inching closer and closer. Thanks to the reflection of the street light, I noticed that this strange, dark figure coming towards me must of had something silver, shiny. A knife?
When the figure was just at arms length, my fist flung out at him and landed straight on his face. It had felt like I went through him. Like I didn't even hit him. Than I learned who the dark figure really was, and he didn't have a knife. It was a can of spray-paint.
"Dude, w-t-f," Connor grumbled, holding his free hand to his crimson covered nose.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was you, bro," I explained. "You should've said something instead of just walking up to me silently, and creepily. Like a psychopath!"
"Dude, just the hell up!" he whispered nasally.
"Why?" I whispered back.
"Because, you're so damn loud," Connor added. "That's why."
I brushed that right off my shoulders.
"So," I changed the topic, even though Connor's hand was still being held over his nose, "Where are Sid & Mickey."
"We have to meet them at Sid's place," Connor informed me.
"All the way across town."
"So, we have all night."
"I guess."
We started back down Walker Street and turned right, continuing down the street I had started at. After Connor's nose began to feel better, he started spray painting the everything we passed. Just one, purple line across everything.
We finally passed the super food market at the edge of town when we came across Rustle Avenue, Sid's street. Rustle Ave. had even more street lights than any other street in Middleton, so Connor and I had to be perfectly careful. He was way stealthier than I was, so it would be even harder for me to keep out of sight. As we got farther down the street, I noticed something flashing in the distance. It was red, white, and I could just barley make out the blue. When I did though, I pushed Connor down behind a rusted, metal bench. The car past silently, no sirens going off. When the both of us knew the cost was clear, we picked up the pace on the way to Sid's house.
