Trick or Treat
Becky, Age 11, Easton, CT
R r r r r r r r r r r r r r rip! “Oh No!” I shouted. I had just ripped my newest Halloween costume. I was a princess and I was covered in jewels from head to toe. My bubblegum pink dress was perfect. It had a fluffy skirt that had golden sparkles dotted all over it and wavy sleeves that would keep me warm throughout the autumn night. However, I had just ripped my dress straight through the center. My mom came scrambling in wondering what the commotion was all about. Meanwhile, I was trying my hardest to sew up the hole. The only problem was that I had never sewed before and the stitches were a mess. This dress disaster was bigger than I could fix.
I went to bed thinking about ideas for other Halloween getups. Halloween was tomorrow and I needed something to wear. I thought of being a devil or a witch, but those were too common. I could take a trip to Party City and buy something unusual and new, but then I remembered that Party City is always super crowded before Halloween and my mom wouldn’t want to drive me there anyway. I had no other ideas for new attire and I would be forced to wear my old “go-go girl” outfit. I miserably stared out my window as the crisp October breeze gave me goose bumps all over my body. The indigo blue sky was filled with stars and a huge full moon. I know, just my luck. I wish that tomorrow would never come.
That night I slept like a log and had the most magnificent dream. I dreamt about owning a new princess gown that was better than ever. It had a V-neck and fringe that was pure gold glitter. It was gorgeous. Best of all, it was accompanied by golden slippers and a priceless golden tiara. I swiftly grabbed the dress and slipped it right on. It was just my size. I was just getting to the best part when I was interrupted by a yell from downstairs.
Unfortunately, my dream didn’t come true. I cracked open my eyes in
search of the royal ball gown. Sunlight filled the room, but there was
no dress in sight. I thumped out of bed just as I realized that I had
been dreaming about the superb dress.
I am something you don’t want to meet. But if you’re brave meet me at the stone of Henry McCain III on Halloween at midnight. Be There Or Else.
My stomach knotted and gave me a fright. I glanced at my watch and it read 11:00 am. Great, I have the whole day to plan ways of sneaking out to the graveyard.
I never spilled the beans and kept my mouth shut. Finally, I had
thirty minutes left. I told my mom that I was going to trick or treat
with my friends and she fell for it even though it was so late. The only
road block I had was that my mom tried to cajole me to wear sneakers;
mothers, so overprotective. I had to hurry or else I wouldn’t make it.
Meet me at the stone of Henry McCain III
That was my grandfather’s grave and I wondered how this someone knew I was related to him. My throat was dry as I raced to the stone at high-speed. The frosty grass stung my feet through my sandals. My mom was right. I should have worn sneakers, I thought, without noticing what was going on around me. I lifted my head up and saw millions of figures rising up from the ground. My watch beeped twice, informing me that it was midnight.. A voice howled around me, blurting out my name, “Allison, Allison come over here!!!” I immediately assumed that my friends were just trying to scare me. “You guys I know it’s you!” I said, amused by the fact that they thought that I would really be fooled by their “scary” ideas. I looked around expecting to see Alex and Michaela laughing at their scheme, but no one was there except for the spooky flying figures. They were chanting out my name a mile a minute until a huge translucent THING rose from the ground.
It was so taciturn that I almost let out a giggle. I was too
terrified to move and every thing was staring at me. All I could hear
was the pitter-patter of tiny rodents crunching through the dead brown
leaves. I was planning to run for it when a cold hand tapped my goose
bump covered shoulder. I spun around to find the thing smiling at me.
He quickly floated in front of me and exclaimed,” My brothers and I read human dreams and grant their wishes.”
“Prove that you made the dress and that this isn’t a joke,” I rudely said.
“Fine, meet me in your room in five minutes. I need to get the supplies,” he shouted back at me. He opened the ancient gate and I stumbled home thinking about how insipid I was to believe that the thing would actually be able to make a ball gown.
I speedily arrived home in record time. The ghost/thing was sitting on my bed waiting patiently for me to arrive. Neatly laid out on the bed were string, glitter, and many other materials. I quickly sat down, making sure that I didn’t knock any of the items over. The thing held out a stop watch and mumbled, “Ready! Set! Go!” In a flash, he was done. I held up the clock and stared wide eyed at the time. This could not be possible. The stop watch read 0:12 seconds. I looked up and Marlin was floating in front of me holding a clone of the other dress.
“Wow! You’re amazing,” I exclaimed.
“Yeah! Pretty cool! But I have to get back to the graveyard before the sun comes up!” he told me.
“Then you’d better hurry. It’s almost dawn,” I stuttered. Marlin flew out the window and was off. I never asked him when I could visit. I quickly fell asleep into a dreamless deep sleep and was awoken by the chirping of the birds in the morning. I clomped down the stairs and said to my mom, “You wouldn’t believe what happened last night.”
I told my mom what had happened and was thrilled when she said that Marlin came to her when she was little. She agreed that I could visit the cemetery every Halloween, but only if I let her come along. After this ghost mystery I have visited Marlin every Halloween and my mom comes too, we have made it a Halloween tradition and it is better than trick-o-treating.
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