the Halloween Ball
By: Lena Holdman
As the town clock strikes midnight in the distance, the Halloween ball begins in a pitch black graveyard. Wild spirits scream and sing wickedly, jack-‘o-lanterns chuckle crazily, cackling witches and wizards wear outlandish, flowing robes that make them look like they are swirling on air, gruesome looking zombies with oozing, decaying faces groan hungrily, and vampires smile seductively, baring their sharp fangs. Grinning skeletons start the music and everyone does a funeral march-like waltz. One…two, one…two, one…two, one…two.
When the clock strikes three and when the moon turns red, an evil tradition then begins. The spirits chose a child in advance. They call to the innocent child; usually a girl with the purest heart and long, scarlet hair. With sing-song, playful voices, they call out: “Come little one, come.” Being in a deep trance, the girl gets out of bed and walks out into her own death.
The helpless girl enters the graveyard and they all surround her eagerly, their mouths watering. The wind howls frightfully and they creep closer…closer…closer. The girl always wakes up just in time for her scream and see shadows consuming her. Blood is drank, skin is pealed from the bone, and the soul is sacrificed to the unthinkable. Where’s her body? I don’t think that you want to know. She becomes another reckless spirit that is invited to the Halloween ball.
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2012
Happy Halloween! ;)