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! ;)
1 comment:
Now I'll have bad dreams...thanks. LOL. Great story sis.
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