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Personal Narrative: Mom Lacy

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Ding Dong, Mom Lacy and Lilly are here! Trick or treat, Its finally Halloween says Lacy and Lilly knows her head in agreement. You look great Lilly I love your costume, she was wearing a long black dress with a large black witches hat and some black boots. Ok I think we should go trick or treating now, I agree lets go! The first house we stop at we all get lolly pops and my favorite m&m’s. I ate them right away, I love the crunchy taste with the chocolate all together. After two hours of going from door to door we decide to go home. What time is it I ask, Lacy responds O gosh its already 10:20 and we have to be home by 10:30, theres no way we can get home in ten minutes. I agree, then what should we do? Hmm we all take a moment to think. “Wait …show more content…

Lacy reads the sign and says see we shouldn't be here lest go, me and Lilly shake our heads in disagreement. The gate is large black and feels cold. The gate slowing creeks open with aloud sound attached. There is a horrible smell in the air I cant describe it I've never smelt it before but its defiantly not a good smell. If we have to do this can we at least do it fast, sure Lacy. I see all of these graves and old flowers its very sad. Lilly, Lacy, and I are walking and then a large brick red wall appears right in front of us. I have never seen this before have you guys? No never, I wonder what is behind it. We pt our ears to the brick wall and we here screaming, laughing, and music. Maybe we can walk around it I suggest. Lacy puts her hand against the wall all of a sudden someone pulls her through the wall. Lilly what just happened. “Lindsay Lacy is gone what do we do? We try to take a moment and think about what to do but I can not concentrate. Lilly we have two options, we can put our hands through the wall and search for Lacy or we can go and get help. By the the we get help Lacy might be gone. We soon decide to put our hands on the wall and I can fell someone touch my hand and grab

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