Everybody Scream!

This Is Halloween

I woke up this morning to the sound of my mom’s voice announcing over the house intercom that there were pumpkin cinnamon spice pancakes being made in the kitchen. I dragged myself out of bed and headed down to the first floor for breakfast. We ate breakfast then decided to start celebrating Halloween with a horror movie marathon. We watched everything from Silence of the Lambs to Friday the 13th. We had just finished Poltergeist when finally it was time to start getting dressed for trick-or-treating. Yah, I’m a teenager who still like to dress up; it’s fun.

Anyways, we were getting ready when it started. A series of  loud thumps echoed from the fourth floor. My younger sister ran up the stairs to my floor and asked if I would come with her to check on our older brother. I said yes and she ran ahead up to the fourth floor. I followed her about a minute later and had just arrived at my brother’s door as she fled the scene screaming. A second later I understood why she fled. My brother’s head had been cut open revealing an empty cavity where his brain should’ve been. His body was completely devoid of skin, and his glowing old hag jack o’lantern was floating over his body. I threw up. A malevolent cackle issued forth from  the pumpkin, and I bolted out of the room.

I heard the screams of my parents as I ran down the stairs to my floor. There I encountered my demon floating down the hall towards my room. I creeped as quickly and quietly into the nearest room which just so happened to be the laundry room. As I climbed into the hamper, I heard my little sister scream again only for it to be cut off suddenly. It became completely silent except for the sound of Jack’s Lament coming from my hellish jack o’lantern.

As we have now come full circle, you know what happened next. It quieted and I escaped, well sort of, and ran for my life. I raced down the stairs, trying not to trip because it would be fatal for me. I had made it to the first floor and was most of the way across the kitchen when it hit me. I staggered forward and clutched the counter to  keep from falling from the excruciating pain coming from my back. I reached behind me and felt the thing in my back. I pulled it out, screaming as I did so. It was my ceremonial dagger. Apparently my pumpkin had gotten it off its display in my room and used it against me. Who’da thunk it? My back was war and I could feel the wetness of blood spreading and soaking my shirt as my pulse thudded in my ears. The world got swirly and objects multiplied and I lost my grip on the island and fell onto the floor. The edges of my vision started to darken as I felt a tug on my leg. Exquisitely agonizing pain shot through my body as I was turned over. I felt myself start to be dragged and I blacked out.

Then I died.