My Halloween Story

A Halloween Story

The story I am about to tell you is true. I no longer have nightmares about what happened yet still every Halloween a feeling of impending doom sweeps over me. Perhaps this is why Halloween is my least favorite holiday.

I was thirteen years old and lived in Ladner, a small town on the west coast of British Columbia. I had just stopped trick or treating the year before. Halloween nights were always hauntingly warm with loads of golden colored leaves scattering the lawns and streets. Jack-O-Lanterns lovingly carved and set out guiding all the trick or treaters safety too their bounty. Laughter filled the air as the costumed goolies and goblins ran from house to house.

That night I was baby-sitting down the street from where I lived. I was the Stetskie's regular sitter. The three Stetskie children had just came home from collecting their sacks of treats. Their parents were putting the finishing touches to their costumes as they were attending a costume party. Their mother was dressed as a witch and their father's costume was of a werewolf. They left, but not before telling me that they were going to be quite late and to bed down on the couch if I wanted to.

The kids were still excited about their goodies and were having a hard time settling in for bedtime. The girls had gone off to their room to goof around. I finally got the youngest, Darren ,off to bed when I heard the front door open.

I called out but no one answered. I called again and still no one answered . I quickly grabbed Darren and rushed to the girls room and collected them. I had told them we were going to play a game and hurriedly steered them into the bathroom.

I locked the bathroom door and the four of us crouched quietly in the corner. I looked around for something I could use as a weapon but could not find nothing except a can of hair spray that I firgured I could spray into the eyes of the intruder if need be. And the time did come for someone was rattling the locked bathroom door. I quickly opened the bathroom window and the two girls climbed out. I then lifted Darren up and into the outstreached arms of his oldest sister, Cindy. I told her to run to the neighbors with the kids and call the police. I was scarred, real scarred.

That was when I heard the crashing on the bathroom door. Whomever was on the other side was crashing into the door. I knew it would not hold up much long, and I only had seconds left to climb out to safety.

I dove towards the open window and was halfway out with my head decending towards the hard concrete below. The last thing I remembered was kicking and screaming as the anonymous intruder burst through the door and grabbed my legs. He then started pulling my leg

just as I am pulling yours.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

By Dora

Remember.....Never drive faster than
your guardian angel can fly ! ! !

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