Halloween Story

The Haunted Mansion

By Cassidy Dunlap

My family and I are going to some creepy, old mansion on Halloween instead of going trick-or-treating. The mansion was my great aunt’s before she died.

The minute the car stopped, I knew Halloween was ruined. My lungs filled with dust and grime as I stepped through the door, and I noticed that the walls were blank except for some creepy pictures. I was doomed! “NOOOO TELEVISION??!!”

“You’ll be fine, Sarah,” my mother assured me. “Why don’t you and Dorothy get some sleep while your dad and I clean up this place, huh?”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I slumped up the stairs to my adopted room with my cat, Dorothy.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a wolf howling. I decided to get a glass of warm milk. The stairs seemed narrower than before and my vision was blurry from lack of sleep, but I managed not to trip too much. Dorothy was sitting on the window sill, staring into the distance. I looked, too. The property seemed to stretch on forever. IT DID! I dashed up the stairs with Dorothy following close behind. “MOM! DAD!” I ran back down and tried the door. IT WAS LOCKED!

Then, I saw something through the window. It was my parents and a few other people dressed in black. They looked sad and were staring at a grave. I squinted my eyes and found the last thing I ever wanted to see. On the grave, carved in stone, was my name, birthday and… TODAY’S DATE??!! Next to it was a smaller grave for Dorothy. I was too shocked to think, so I just sat down and stared into space. Then, reality hit me: I was dead. How could this have happened? I looked around the room as if something here might solve the puzzle. That’s when I saw a large white box on the floor. Well, at least they had delivered the TV!

The End