Happy Halloween!

Kayla from Mrs. Hawthorne's class wrote a great narrative story about a spooky house. Enjoy!

Owwooo!!!! The day I heard this sound filled my heart with fright! On Saturday afternoon, my best friend, Anna, was coming over for a sleepover. When she got there, I told her about the spooky house across the street and that legend says that the ghost of Bloody Mary wants a sacrifice on Halloween!

“We are going over there tonight! I said. I could infer that Anna did not like this idea, because her lips were trembling as if she had just been to Antarctica.

“What?!” she finally replied.

That was all she had to say. I couldn’t blame her. After all, who would have anything else to say…

After what seemed like hours of pure silence, Anna finally spoke, “Okay, I will go.”
I was so excited that she chose to come with me on my hunt for Bloody Mary. We left around ten to scope out the scene. When we arrived at our destination, we found out that we didn’t have to open the door of the house. It opened for us.

“Well, here we go,” I said slowly.

Walking in, we heard cries for help and saw lights flicker.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha!” said a voice in the deep, dark, cold house.

“Maybe we should leave?” Anna suggested.

The two of us dashed for the door like maniacs trying to break it down. We turned around and found ourselves standing eye to eye with Bloody Mary!

With her pale bloody hands, she grabbed Anna by the throat and left with a horrific laugh.
“Anna!” I screeched.

I started to put myself in high gear, dashing all around trying to find my BFF! In the fridge, no. Behind the curtains, no. She was nowhere to be found! Wait, there is one place I have not checked. The place where Bloody Mary loves to stay – her coffin!

Quickly, but easily, I opened up the coffin. There was Anna and Bloody Mary. Anna was choking half to death. I quickly pulled Anna out to save her from the monster and killed Bloody Mary by cutting off her fingers and throwing her in the dungeon. We used her fingers to unlock to door. Then we scampered home like free range chickens on the loose! After one mile of running, we were home sweet home! Anna and I both agreed never to go into a spooky house again – until one day…