The Headstone (Story 1)
As Halloween draws near, the anticipation and excitement grow. It’s a time when I get to express my love for horror and get free candy. The only downside is being seventeen, which may cause judgment while trick-or-treating. My mother insisted that I take my brother Kevin to the Cliffside last year, known as the rice people area. Setting aside any initial concerns, I went all out as Pearl from Pearl/X, wearing a red dress drenched in fake blood, while Kevin rocked a Yoshi onesie. It was the perfect way to indulge in free Halloween candy. Our fun ended when we arrived at Charlie’s house. He’s the popular football player at my school.
“Sabrina? Is that you?” he asked, chuckling.
I waved at him first before he pulled out his phone to take a few snapshots. With tears almost streaming down my face, I ran off and called for my mother to pick Kevin up. I never spoke to Charlie after that.
I still hate my brother for this. Why did he choose to tell Mom he wanted to hang out with me instead of hanging out with his friends? Of course, I still love the idea of getting free candy, I can just steal half from my brother since our parents would take his bag away because every year, he would mostly get chocolate, and it’s harmful for his acne. This year, me, and my friends Holly, Jillian, and Bonnie are planning on having a sleepover at the local Cemetary. The idea came from a horror story on YouTube, where a widower slept next to his dead wife’s grave. He felt her spirit present, but then later, something sinister occurred.
