Halloween Memoir By: Sydney It was October 31st and I was already up at 5:30 getting ready for Halloween. It was a school morning and we were going to be having our class party after gym.
In 2010 I was a zombie cowgirl for Halloween. I went trick or treating with my mom and my brother,Antone. We started trick or treating at our friend's house,then we went up the hill. I was seeing shadows, I was very scared that night, that weren’t there. The seven year old me was not ok with the night.
It was very scary, just like on Halloween. I really want to see my parents just as much as others do. Then we heard a CRACK,BOOM, and WOOSH. An earthquake, it was. We all fell to the floor.
! On the night of that halloween no one would expect that we were going to the old crooked house in the next neighborhood over. When it was time my mom’s friends came over with there kids, and they all hung out with my siblings and I. We all had a party with cider, pumpkin pie, homemade root beer with eyeballs in it, and a whole lot of treats to get really full with even before it was time to go trick or treating.
It was Friday the thirteenth, on a dark windy night of October. The sun had just set, letting the dark night fill the enormous sky. From my porch, I could see the street lights start to fill the lifeless streets one by one. The long awaited day had finally arrived. My friends and I, have been planning on going to a Haunted House called "Fear Farm" for ages.
Waking up in a white room, with a bed that I didn’t recognize. My eyes faded in and out as my family was walking into the room. Their faces were white with sorrowful looks, my dad had looked liked he had been crying all night. It felt as if this was a dream, more like a nightmare, I looked over to the beeping of the machines, the medicine running through my veins. My heart working it’s hardest to pump to keep me alive and well.
The fire that was light for the night is burning low in the old brick fireplace. The heat from the low light orange burning fire is upstairs in the open attic. The attic is filled with warm sleeping bodies. Then there is creaking slowly getting closer ,with a light,bright as the stars of the night showing the way. Behind that light is a man in his mid 40’s and with fiery red hair and pale,freckled covered skin,he looked like an Irishman.
Papers were scattered across the floor, every desk and chair was thrown against the door. Scratch marks trailed the wall. Dust floated around the small classroom and footprints laid in the dust. I stood in the corner with everyone else, My grey hair flowed in the wind coming from the smashed window. Sharp specks of glass pierced my bare feet as I walked to the window, I didn’t seem to notice or maybe I didn’t care.
Everyone was out hunting for candy, others were out spending time at haunted houses. However, my parents were at the same boring Halloween party they attend each year. I was trying to watch TV in the living room, but the screams and laughs were intolerable. The voices seemed to get louder and louder, so I was forced to raise the volume. All of a sudden, I started hearing scratching coming from the attic.
Intro “Pretend nobody is watching you.” There were people chattering, beeping sounds and the clanging of the dishes all around us. Keep on reading to read more about my memories. Have you ever gotten nervous to get your first communion?
BANG! BANG! That’s all I hear during the morning. More loud noises come from outside my bedroom door. “JONATHAN!
It was a chilly day when it started. Leaves had just begin to fall ever so gracefully. Joey was just getting the hang of high school. He had known Jessica for a while. Maybe even for 5 years.
Jessica, a naïve 24 year old college student, woke up in a daze and very confused. It was dark and smoky, and she could feel something wet running down her face. Last she remembers she was leaving the Halloween party that was being held at a haunted hotel in New Orleans. She was invited to this party through her sorority.
My dark brown boots had stepped in the puddle. My sparkling blue eyes could tell that it had freshly rained outside. The puddle was cold and seeped through my boots ever so slowly. I could feel the small drops of cool rain on my arms. As I looked ahead, all I saw was a desolate dirt path.
I was 12. The weather hot, schools out it’s the season of vacation. On that day the bell had rang, scorching outside as if I was living in a oven I raced to get home as I knew we where going somewhere beautiful and tropical as my parents described. I shoved everything I wanted to bring in my suitcase I couldn’t bear waiting anymore. Our flight was delayed which made me smoke as if I had just eaten a Carolina reaper.