Once Upon A Spooky Night
One dark, chilly, Halloween night,
Lucy and her friend Rosa were trick-or-treating. Their bags were almost full of delicious,
sweet candy, but they decided to go to one more house. They walked past the big, abandoned old
house, and Rosa stopped.
“I dare you to go into the haunted mansion!”
“Oh, uh-” Lucy stammered. She didn’t want it to show, but that old
house spooked her.
“Fine, but just for a peek,” she finally agreed, “and you
have to come, too.” They walked up the
narrow, rocky path and in the creaky front door–which slammed shut with a loud clang! Lucy jumped.
“Just the wind, I’m sure,” Rosa said, and tried to open the
door. It was locked, tight.
“Well, uh, in that case, let’s just keep going.” Rosa started for the stairs, and Lucy, rather
reluctantly, followed.
At that moment, they heard a
high-pitched shriek, and a cackle of laughter.
They rushed to the door at the end of the hall to listen. Lucy peered under the metal door- and wished
she hadn’t. Three old women with grayish
hair and a bluish-green tinge to their wrinkled skin were dancing around a
pitch-black cauldron of simmering, purple glop.
A tiny drop of the disgusting potion fell onto a tiny black spider
scuttling hurriedly across the floor.
The spider started vibrating violently, and growing until it was the
size of a sofa. Lucy jerked her head up.
“Run!” The huge spider burst through the door, and
Rosa didn’t need to be told twice. Lucy
was pretty sure the spider wasn’t poisonous (it was just a regular old black
one), but if those pincers got a hold on her, she knew she’d be doomed.
“Look out!” Rosa shrieked. Lucy looked ahead—and screamed. About five feet in front of her, there was a
gaping hole in the floor. Lucy tried to
stop, but when you’re being chased by a six foot spider, that’s pretty much
impossible.
“AHHHH!” Lucy screamed, closing her
eyes.
Suddenly, something jerked her
up. Lucy opened her eyes. She stopped screaming. Rosa gasped.
Lucy was floating in mid-air! The
spider snapped at her, but something gently lifted Lucy up through a large
jagged hole in the ceiling and set her back on her feet. The spider set its eight beady black eyes
back on Rosa, but she, too, was lifted up through the hole.
Lucy looked around for their
savior—and her eyes fell on an ornate mirror, covered in dust, in a corner of
the room. Lucy walked over, carefully
picking it up. The face she saw in it
was not hers, but it was as white as a ghost, and scaly. She held it closer. The creature’s eyes glowed red.
“You are mine,” it hissed, and Lucy
stiffened. Her mind went blank. Her only thought was to serve her master, to
do his bidding…
“Lucy!” Rosa shouted. Lucy froze.
She dropped the mirror, and it shattered. Her thoughts rushed back. She was holding a dagger at Rosa’s throat,
and her knuckles were chalk white. Both
girls felt shaky.
“W-what?” Rosa asked.
“That mirror—the monster—let’s get out of here,” Lucy
whispered, and they hurried out.
The next room seemed normal enough, but when Lucy and Rosa
collapsed onto a musty couch, the cushions fell off, revealing a rusty
coffin. They didn’t stick around. A deep voice moaned, “Ooow,” and a
cloud-like, headless ghost charged at them!
They ran as fast as they could and rounded a corner at top speed.
Lucy looked down the hall—and gasped. The door at the end of the hall led to her
own living room! She ran forward. “Hey, that’s my house,” Rosa yelled, and Lucy
almost stopped. But the warm, friendly
glow of the familiar place was too inviting.
She and Rosa stepped into the room—and plunged into darkness. “AHHHHH—“
“HELP!” Lucy yelled,
sitting bolt upright in bed. Her mom ran
in. “Honey, you okay?” Lucy looked around and rubbed her eyes. Her brother was snoring on the bottom of
their bunk bed, and she was wearing her fleecy nightgown. “It’s Halloween, Lucy. Come on, I’m sure it was just a bad dream.”
Lucy unfolded her clenched hands. She was holding a dusty mirror fragment. “I’m not quite so sure.”
The End
