Trick Or Treat: Death's at Your Door
Horror Stories - Trick Or Treat: Death's at Your Door
"Halloween is cancelled!" the principle informed the high school over the loud speaker. "What the hell?!" Everyone in the class began whispering. "Due to the recent disappearances of two teens and three little kids in town, the towns committee has decided to cancel the festivities until the kids are found and their kidnapper is brought to justice," the principle explained.
Everyone in class complained as if they were going trick or treating. Everyone was probably going to parties, after all, we were all seniors. Meanwhile, while everyone else complained, my friends and I were giving each other mischievous looks. The streets being empty meant a perfect night for a second mischief night.
I tried to push my window open without making a sound, but an eerie squeal came from the it. I cringed as I listened to hear any movement or whispers throughout the house, but everything was intact. The rest of my escape was indeed quite, I didn't even make a bang against the roof of my dad's tin shed; just a small thud, quieter than a mouse. It was pitch black outside. The sky was clear, no stars, no clouds, no planes. The moon was the only thing that was on the empty canvas.
I trotted down the street, the street lights -about 1,000 feet away from each other-giving me my only light source. The nearest street sign read Walker Street. That was Connor's street. I made a swift turn, looking in every direction to make sure no one saw me. How could they? I was decorated in black clothing from top to bottom. Black hat, black sweatshirt, black sweatpants, black boots, everything black.
One-twenty-one Walker Street, one-twenty-three Walker Street, and then Connor's place. As I approached one-twenty-five Walker Street, I noticed something moving in the dark. I couldn't quite make out what it was but it began inching closer and closer. Thanks to the reflection of the street light, I noticed that this strange, dark figure coming towards me must of had something silver, shiny. A knife?
When the figure was just at arms length, my fist flung out at him and landed straight on his face. It had felt like I went through him. Like I didn't even hit him. Than I learned who the dark figure really was, and he didn't have a knife. It was a can of spray-paint.
"Dude, w-t-f," Connor grumbled, holding his free hand to his crimson covered nose.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was you, bro," I explained. "You should've said something instead of just walking up to me silently, and creepily. Like a psychopath!"
"Dude, just the hell up!" he whispered nasally.
"Why?" I whispered back.
"Because, you're so damn loud," Connor added. "That's why."
I brushed that right off my shoulders.
"So," I changed the topic, even though Connor's hand was still being held over his nose, "Where are Sid & Mickey."
"We have to meet them at Sid's place," Connor informed me.
"All the way across town."
"So, we have all night."
"I guess."
We started back down Walker Street and turned right, continuing down thestreet I had started at. After Connor's nose began to feel better, he started spray painting the everything we passed. Just one, purple line across everything.
We finally passed the super food market at the edge of town when we came across Rustle Avenue, Sid's street. Rustle Ave. had even more street lights than any other street in Middleton, so Connor and I had to be perfectly careful. He was way stealthier than I was, so it would be even harder for me to keep out of sight. As we got farther down the street, I noticed something flashing in the distance. It was red, white, and I could just barley make out the blue. When I did though, I pushed Connor down behind a rusted, metal bench. The car past silently, no sirens going off. When the both of us knew the cost was clear, we picked up the pace on the way to Sid's house. Mickey sat on the ground, leaning up against the back of the dark blue postal box.
"Where's Sid?" Connor asked when Mickey was just millimeters away.
"I don't know," Mickey whispered aggressively. "I've been waiting out here for about forty-five minutes."
"What?!" Connor complained. "But he has the rest of the spray paint and the masks!"
"I know!" Mickey bawled up his fists, probably fighting the urge to kick the mailbox.
Connor rolled his eyes and scoffed, "I'll be right back."
Connor quietly hopped over Sid's fence and climbed up the rotted roots that covered the house. Mickey and I sat and waited patiently, but after about fifteen minutes we grew antsy. Mickey began to pace and I was twiddling with my figures. Mickey grumbled and was just about to kick the mailbox when we saw the red, white, and blue flashing lights blaring from both ends of the street.
"What do we do?" Mickey asked, beginning to panic.
I looked around, hoping to spot a safe haven. Than I noticed the little side road that we use to take to get to our tree house.
"I've got an idea, follow me!" I gasped as Mickey dragged at my feet.
We escaped from the brightened street and into the dark abyss that was the small forest in the middle of the town. Once we could no longer see the light of the police cars, we took a break to catch our breaths.
"I don't know about you, but I'm going home," Mickey explained.
"I'm in," I commented.
We started on our way back and we were almost to the other edge of the forest when I heard a scream. We both turned to see what it was but nothing was there, or at least we hadn't noticed anything there, but I did notice something slim in shiny back where we had started, but since we were so far away I couldn't make out what it was. When we exited the dark and confusing forest Mickey and I parted ways. Mickey lived on the west side and I on the east. Before we left each other we wondered what had happened to the others but couldn't find a good explanation. Mickey and I had decided to leave it be till morning light. My shadow turned with me under the street lights as I paced home alone. The town was eerily silent until the chuckles of children began to echo down the street.
"Hello," I called.
Another eerie child like chuckle came from somewhere down the road. I began to pick up my pace. I called hello one more time and the lights at the end of the street began to start flickering out. I began running. I looked back frantically, in fear something might take me. Something or someone.
The town had no clue why the children and teens had disappeared, just that they had. They did find Maria Jones' body though. Maria Jones was one of the teenagers. She was one of the most popular girls in school; in town. When they found her body, it was missing hands, her eyes.
Even though she had no scars that showed her being opened up or any way of knowing how it had happened- Maria was missing her heart. I continued down the road, still scared of being taken by something, someone, and the cops. I turned to look back one more time and the lights were on again. I began to slow into a jog.
What had happened? The eerie giggles were gone. My breath was back to normal. No sign that anything had been happening. I continued down into a walk when a suddenly a loud cackle came from right beside me. I jumped and landed in the street. My arm scraped. I looked to see what had jumped scared me. It was nothing but a motion censored Halloween decorations. My eyes widened and in an instant I was dashing down the street.
If anyone had heard the decoration go off, than they would know someone was outside. Outside, when the town was under curfew. I turned back to see if any lights had gone on and I tripped and fell to the ground.
"Trick or treat?" young, scratchy voices whispered to me.
A small group of kids and one male teen stood above me. They all had masks on and in the eye holes it was pitch black. The masks that Sid and I had bought at the store earlier that day. Where their hands were, there was thin air. That thin air was holding pillowcases and pumpkin buckets filled with spray paint and other tools used on mischief night. I gasped and began darting down the street. The lights continued flickering as I made a dash for it.
The missing kids were still alive. No, they weren't alive, I processed. They were the walking dead. The kids were gone and everything was normal. I was beginning to believe I was seeing things. That's also when I realized I was running in the wrong direction. I was back on Sid's street. I looked around to make sure I was alone. Then I noticed something in the street lights. Sid was handing in one, his eyes missing and his hands. In another, Connor was hanging from a noose also and was missing both of his eyes and both his hands too. Then in another hung Mickey, but he was fresh. He was still gasping for air, trying to call for help as a dark cloak began scooping out his eyes with his scythe. It's cane had a big sharp knife at the end of it. Almost like a reapers. In fact, it was a reaper. And, reapers had the power to choose who they killed.
The reaper began slowly turning to face me and I saw the red of it's eyes. His face was a skull and his body was made out of cracking bones. I began to whimper and then the reaper lip spoke the words, "You're next."
A cloud of dust in my shape formed behind me as I rushed down the short cut and into the woods. I ran and ran. The giggles began to arise once again, but I didn't stop sprinting until I came upon me and my late friends' old tree house. I looked around and turned to find the kids and male teen surrounding the tree house. I climbed up as the zombie children began running at me. I locked the door behind me.
I took a second to catch my breath until I saw a forearm being thrown over the side of the window. I poked my head out the window and the kid with the pumpkin mask on jammed his Halloween basket at my head.
When he did so, I pushed on his head and he fell to the ground with a loud thud. I than locked the only window. The tree house was now pitch black, I tried closing my eyes to let them adjust but it wasn't working. The giggles and growls stopped and it was quiet once again. I took deep breathes, trying to make sense of everything that just happened. I tried to tell myself that it had all just been a weird nightmare, a horrible dream but every single time I pinched myself, I didn't awake to my warm, comfy, safe bed. I was still in the dark house in the trees, waiting for literal death to come and take me away.
That's when I heard leaves rustling as someone inched closer to the tree house and suddenly, the reapers scythe began to shoot threw the floor, inching closer and closer. I gulped and then remembered the zip line that led back to Sid's house. That had been the thin and shiny object I had seen when Mickey and I heard that scream. Which I then thought to of been Connor's scream. I shivered as the though rolled down my spine. I worked my way around the tree house, dodging the reapers stabs and found the ladder that lead tot he top. I made my way to the zip line, turned back to make sure I was in the clear and the reaper was directly behind me. I grabbed the zip line and was off.
I felt the wind blow up against my face and the relief flow through my body as I reached my safe point. I looked back to make sure I was okay and nothing was there and then my feet clasped onto the panel that meant I was at the end of the zip line. I turned to climb off when the reapers eyes were right in mine.
Out of nowhere, my breath was gone and a small cry was leaving me after the wire for the zip line turned into a noose and it hung from the panel. The reaper than lip said, "I told you so." Soon after, everything was black and I couldn't see a thing. As my last breath of air seeped out of my lungs and through my mouth, I could feel the burning sensation as the reapers stone cold hand entering my skin without leaving any marks, a took my heart as a souvenir.
Everyone in class complained as if they were going trick or treating. Everyone was probably going to parties, after all, we were all seniors. Meanwhile, while everyone else complained, my friends and I were giving each other mischievous looks. The streets being empty meant a perfect night for a second mischief night.
I tried to push my window open without making a sound, but an eerie squeal came from the it. I cringed as I listened to hear any movement or whispers throughout the house, but everything was intact. The rest of my escape was indeed quite, I didn't even make a bang against the roof of my dad's tin shed; just a small thud, quieter than a mouse. It was pitch black outside. The sky was clear, no stars, no clouds, no planes. The moon was the only thing that was on the empty canvas.
I trotted down the street, the street lights -about 1,000 feet away from each other-giving me my only light source. The nearest street sign read Walker Street. That was Connor's street. I made a swift turn, looking in every direction to make sure no one saw me. How could they? I was decorated in black clothing from top to bottom. Black hat, black sweatshirt, black sweatpants, black boots, everything black.
One-twenty-one Walker Street, one-twenty-three Walker Street, and then Connor's place. As I approached one-twenty-five Walker Street, I noticed something moving in the dark. I couldn't quite make out what it was but it began inching closer and closer. Thanks to the reflection of the street light, I noticed that this strange, dark figure coming towards me must of had something silver, shiny. A knife?
When the figure was just at arms length, my fist flung out at him and landed straight on his face. It had felt like I went through him. Like I didn't even hit him. Than I learned who the dark figure really was, and he didn't have a knife. It was a can of spray-paint.
"Dude, w-t-f," Connor grumbled, holding his free hand to his crimson covered nose.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was you, bro," I explained. "You should've said something instead of just walking up to me silently, and creepily. Like a psychopath!"
"Dude, just the hell up!" he whispered nasally.
"Why?" I whispered back.
"Because, you're so damn loud," Connor added. "That's why."
I brushed that right off my shoulders.
"So," I changed the topic, even though Connor's hand was still being held over his nose, "Where are Sid & Mickey."
"We have to meet them at Sid's place," Connor informed me.
"All the way across town."
"So, we have all night."
"I guess."
We started back down Walker Street and turned right, continuing down thestreet I had started at. After Connor's nose began to feel better, he started spray painting the everything we passed. Just one, purple line across everything.
We finally passed the super food market at the edge of town when we came across Rustle Avenue, Sid's street. Rustle Ave. had even more street lights than any other street in Middleton, so Connor and I had to be perfectly careful. He was way stealthier than I was, so it would be even harder for me to keep out of sight. As we got farther down the street, I noticed something flashing in the distance. It was red, white, and I could just barley make out the blue. When I did though, I pushed Connor down behind a rusted, metal bench. The car past silently, no sirens going off. When the both of us knew the cost was clear, we picked up the pace on the way to Sid's house. Mickey sat on the ground, leaning up against the back of the dark blue postal box.
"Where's Sid?" Connor asked when Mickey was just millimeters away.
"I don't know," Mickey whispered aggressively. "I've been waiting out here for about forty-five minutes."
"What?!" Connor complained. "But he has the rest of the spray paint and the masks!"
"I know!" Mickey bawled up his fists, probably fighting the urge to kick the mailbox.
Connor rolled his eyes and scoffed, "I'll be right back."
Connor quietly hopped over Sid's fence and climbed up the rotted roots that covered the house. Mickey and I sat and waited patiently, but after about fifteen minutes we grew antsy. Mickey began to pace and I was twiddling with my figures. Mickey grumbled and was just about to kick the mailbox when we saw the red, white, and blue flashing lights blaring from both ends of the street.
"What do we do?" Mickey asked, beginning to panic.
I looked around, hoping to spot a safe haven. Than I noticed the little side road that we use to take to get to our tree house.
"I've got an idea, follow me!" I gasped as Mickey dragged at my feet.
We escaped from the brightened street and into the dark abyss that was the small forest in the middle of the town. Once we could no longer see the light of the police cars, we took a break to catch our breaths.
"I don't know about you, but I'm going home," Mickey explained.
"I'm in," I commented.
We started on our way back and we were almost to the other edge of the forest when I heard a scream. We both turned to see what it was but nothing was there, or at least we hadn't noticed anything there, but I did notice something slim in shiny back where we had started, but since we were so far away I couldn't make out what it was. When we exited the dark and confusing forest Mickey and I parted ways. Mickey lived on the west side and I on the east. Before we left each other we wondered what had happened to the others but couldn't find a good explanation. Mickey and I had decided to leave it be till morning light. My shadow turned with me under the street lights as I paced home alone. The town was eerily silent until the chuckles of children began to echo down the street.
"Hello," I called.
Another eerie child like chuckle came from somewhere down the road. I began to pick up my pace. I called hello one more time and the lights at the end of the street began to start flickering out. I began running. I looked back frantically, in fear something might take me. Something or someone.
The town had no clue why the children and teens had disappeared, just that they had. They did find Maria Jones' body though. Maria Jones was one of the teenagers. She was one of the most popular girls in school; in town. When they found her body, it was missing hands, her eyes.
Even though she had no scars that showed her being opened up or any way of knowing how it had happened- Maria was missing her heart. I continued down the road, still scared of being taken by something, someone, and the cops. I turned to look back one more time and the lights were on again. I began to slow into a jog.
What had happened? The eerie giggles were gone. My breath was back to normal. No sign that anything had been happening. I continued down into a walk when a suddenly a loud cackle came from right beside me. I jumped and landed in the street. My arm scraped. I looked to see what had jumped scared me. It was nothing but a motion censored Halloween decorations. My eyes widened and in an instant I was dashing down the street.
If anyone had heard the decoration go off, than they would know someone was outside. Outside, when the town was under curfew. I turned back to see if any lights had gone on and I tripped and fell to the ground.
"Trick or treat?" young, scratchy voices whispered to me.
A small group of kids and one male teen stood above me. They all had masks on and in the eye holes it was pitch black. The masks that Sid and I had bought at the store earlier that day. Where their hands were, there was thin air. That thin air was holding pillowcases and pumpkin buckets filled with spray paint and other tools used on mischief night. I gasped and began darting down the street. The lights continued flickering as I made a dash for it.
The missing kids were still alive. No, they weren't alive, I processed. They were the walking dead. The kids were gone and everything was normal. I was beginning to believe I was seeing things. That's also when I realized I was running in the wrong direction. I was back on Sid's street. I looked around to make sure I was alone. Then I noticed something in the street lights. Sid was handing in one, his eyes missing and his hands. In another, Connor was hanging from a noose also and was missing both of his eyes and both his hands too. Then in another hung Mickey, but he was fresh. He was still gasping for air, trying to call for help as a dark cloak began scooping out his eyes with his scythe. It's cane had a big sharp knife at the end of it. Almost like a reapers. In fact, it was a reaper. And, reapers had the power to choose who they killed.
The reaper began slowly turning to face me and I saw the red of it's eyes. His face was a skull and his body was made out of cracking bones. I began to whimper and then the reaper lip spoke the words, "You're next."
A cloud of dust in my shape formed behind me as I rushed down the short cut and into the woods. I ran and ran. The giggles began to arise once again, but I didn't stop sprinting until I came upon me and my late friends' old tree house. I looked around and turned to find the kids and male teen surrounding the tree house. I climbed up as the zombie children began running at me. I locked the door behind me.
I took a second to catch my breath until I saw a forearm being thrown over the side of the window. I poked my head out the window and the kid with the pumpkin mask on jammed his Halloween basket at my head.
When he did so, I pushed on his head and he fell to the ground with a loud thud. I than locked the only window. The tree house was now pitch black, I tried closing my eyes to let them adjust but it wasn't working. The giggles and growls stopped and it was quiet once again. I took deep breathes, trying to make sense of everything that just happened. I tried to tell myself that it had all just been a weird nightmare, a horrible dream but every single time I pinched myself, I didn't awake to my warm, comfy, safe bed. I was still in the dark house in the trees, waiting for literal death to come and take me away.
That's when I heard leaves rustling as someone inched closer to the tree house and suddenly, the reapers scythe began to shoot threw the floor, inching closer and closer. I gulped and then remembered the zip line that led back to Sid's house. That had been the thin and shiny object I had seen when Mickey and I heard that scream. Which I then thought to of been Connor's scream. I shivered as the though rolled down my spine. I worked my way around the tree house, dodging the reapers stabs and found the ladder that lead tot he top. I made my way to the zip line, turned back to make sure I was in the clear and the reaper was directly behind me. I grabbed the zip line and was off.
I felt the wind blow up against my face and the relief flow through my body as I reached my safe point. I looked back to make sure I was okay and nothing was there and then my feet clasped onto the panel that meant I was at the end of the zip line. I turned to climb off when the reapers eyes were right in mine.
Out of nowhere, my breath was gone and a small cry was leaving me after the wire for the zip line turned into a noose and it hung from the panel. The reaper than lip said, "I told you so." Soon after, everything was black and I couldn't see a thing. As my last breath of air seeped out of my lungs and through my mouth, I could feel the burning sensation as the reapers stone cold hand entering my skin without leaving any marks, a took my heart as a souvenir.
