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Halloween: Patriot Street

Note: Originally written on Inkvite by 'Dizziebeth' & 'undormant'.

I watch my brother change in a plush pumpkin costume, carefully ensuring that all the creases are smoothed out. Scowling, I flop down on the bed. Next to me is a hideous witch's costume, topped off with freakily realistic looking boils.
I only go to the trouble of 'trick or treating' as my brother practically forces me and Mum expects me to enjoy it. I don't. Even the mountains of sugary confectionary and displays of expertly carved glowing Ja wouldn't tempt me if it was my choice.
So we went trick or treating. Early on kids in my school made snide comments about my outfit. No concern given for my little brother apparently, but he seemed oblivious, more interested in the candy we were collecting.
Then we got to 'that house' on Patriot Street. It is decorated excessively. I stare at the thick cobwebs with a light sprinkling of plastic black spiders. Scowling, I walk up the driveway, disgusted at the lengths people go to to enjoy a scary night.
One of those plastic spiders twitched slightly. I thought it was just the chaos of Halloween getting to me but I looked for a second time, it was real. Suddenly a gloomy feeling swept over me like a chilling wind and the over decorated house became a magnet of fear.
My brother run up and rang the bell.
"Wait!" I yelled at him.
"What?" he replied, he had turned to face me back to the front door.
It began to creep open.
I suddenly found my brother's urge to venture inside and crossed the threshold of the door. Creaking wooden floors and moth bitten curtains told me we should of stayed away, far away. A scream shook the house and rattled through the every inch of it.
I couldn't find him anywhere, I was terrified of who might be in the house, I'd heard the rumours, I'd just heard a scream, & the brat had run upstairs into the darkness.
Later, the police found me in the empty house, crying as I cradled the bloodied plush pumpkin costume.