That Night
By Hunter Wardwell
Fort Street Elementary School
Grade 6
That night, oh that night was horrible. You don’t even want to know what happened that night. It was October 31 and me and Joshua were going trick or treating. We were the best trick or treaters of them all or at least we thought we were but I can’t even believe that I survived. Well, Joshua didn’t. Let’s get to what happened.
We, that night we went trick or treating and we wanted to hit up all of the houses. We came to this one at the end of the street. It said there was a bowl of candy on the counter and we were not stopping for anything. We walked into the door and behind us, the door slammed shut. We were rattled. There was a little light inside of this room. We could hear crying like a little whimper. We said, “Are you all right in there?” but the voice, a girl’s, just kept on whimpering.
We walked into the room and we saw the candy bowl. We walked over and looked in the bowl and there were eyeballs. My friend Joshua screamed in fright and the girl that was whimpering went quiet and then, suddenly, she started screeching. We ran to the door, but it was locked. We looked at each other and ran to the bowl where she started chasing us and she was gone.
Out of nowhere, she ran out of the darkness, chasing us. She had a ripped tank top on and shorts that were ripped too and really pale skin and long fingernails and long white greasy hair. We ran up the stairs and I saw a closet. We started to run to it and Joshua tripped and fell. The girl grabbed his foot and I grabbed his hand and she pulled him down the stairs by his foot. By the time he got down the stairs, he was knocked out from his head hitting the stairs. So, he probably did not feel what she did to him. I won’t even tell you what happened.
I started running while she was too busy eating him. I found a window, but it was too hard to break with my hands. I found this old rocking chair and I chucked it against the old window. It broke but there was still glass against the edges. I could not wait any longer so I jumped out of a two-story building. I could feel that I had a big cut on my right arm. I ran home, holding my arm as it gushed blood. My left wrist was broken, snapped sideways.
Two days after the incident I had my right arm amputated. To this day, that house is burnt down. I still wonder if Joshua is alive. It haunts me that I might have left him there. Every Halloween for the last 12 years, I can hear him crying my name and accusing, “You left me!”
