Now, now, kids, settle down! That's right, it's Rishi here again with another Halloween contest entry! Now sit down and shut up!
Alrighty, then. I have another story to tell tonight. The moon's out, all is quiet, and I have homework to do. So let's do this quickly!
One Halloween, I was about seven, my brother and I were going out to trick or treat. My brother was three. I was dressed as Blossom from the then-popular PowerPuff Girls. My brother? Oh, he dressed as Buttercup.
We went around with our neighbor, a seven year old dressed as a Native American chief, and collected candy. I don't remember much about it, but I do have one photo of me, my cross-dressing brother, and our chief friend standing in front of a house.
Now, if you're thinking "What kind of mother lets their son dress up in that kind of clothing?!", you're right, my mother was completely against it. But at the party store, my brother uttered the words that would haunt him (as we constantly reminded him),
"I wanna be Buttercuuuup...."
Happy Halloween.
Alright, alright, you’ve come into my domain! Quiet down, all of you! I’ve got a story to tell!
Halloween is a scary time of year, let me tell you. All the ghouls and ghosts and people trying to scare the crap out of you. Oh, it’s happened. Let me tell you of a little story, of a little girl who had just turned ten…
It was my birthday. My tenth birthday, to be exact. Double digits. I was excited—and my mother decided to take our family (consisting of me, my mom, my future aunt, my future cousins, and my little brother) to a haunted house in upper-state New York. When we arrived, I could hear a chainsaw revving, but that seemed unimportant, so I was blissfully unaware of the traumatic scars that would soon follow.
The first thing some idiot did was put on a “scary” mask and grabbed my shoulder. I turned around, faced him, and clocked him in the head. Apparently, the guy was bald, and was left with a bruise that probably lasted a week. He didn’t bother with my family after that.
Now, being my impulsive, just-turned-ten self, I wanted to go into the haunted house alone. One of my future cousins, who was about fourteen at the time, would not go in. I wanted to seem brave and cool, so I charged in alone, much to my mother’s horror.
At first, it wasn’t scary. I was smiling and laughing at the heads in the toilets.
But soon my high wore off.
Someone covered in red paint jumped out at me from a wall. That was the first time I screamed in that haunted house. After that, I jumped at the slightest thing, including the cheesy spiders plastered on the ceiling.
Somehow, I had made my way out of the dreaded haunted house. But I soon realized that I was fenced off. And I could hear a chainsaw…
Quickly, I turned, and I saw a Johnny-type character, with a hockey mask, a straw hat, overalls and all, carrying a chainsaw, revved up.
Doing what any normal child would do, I screamed, my feet nearly flying in an attempt to get away. The orange fence was right in front of me, and I frantically tried to climb over it, but, since I was not athletic in the least, I was fumbling around, completely useless.
The man came closer, and closer, and closer, until he said the words that haunted me and caused me nightmares for weeks.
“The exit’s that way.”
I ran like hell, and soon I was in the arms of my mother, sobbing. Apparently, my mother had chased after me with my little brother, but had to get out through a ‘secret exit’ because he had gotten scared.
And to this day, I have not set foot into one haunted house.
THE END
That’s my super-weird Halloween contest entry. I’ll write something else, too, but I hope you enjoyed!
"Ummmm...hey, Lan!" a familar voice called out.
I blinked. did Rishi just call me by my real name? Normally, she'd just call me 'Grandpa'.
I didn't have time to contemplate on that, because the little sophmore I had come to know suddenly glomped me. I quickly jabbed her in the side, and she let go of me. Rishi plopped down on the seat next to me. "Morning!" she chirped, even though it was time to leave school, and I was on the bus to go home.
I sighed. "Good afternoon." I replied, moving my backpack away from Rishi. I didn't want her to go searching through it for applesauce, which I just happened to have in my bag. The last time she ate applesauce, she was hyper for a week.
Rishi grinned at me. "Whaaat?" she whined, holding her stuffed cow, Steve, to her chin and blinking at me cutely. I swear, if she did that puppy pout, I would be useless to resist. Rishi always found some way to get what she wanted.
"Walk me home, kay?" she said, batting her eyelashes.
"Sure." I replied without a bat of my eyes. Rishi lived two streets away from me, so either her neighbor Tere or I would walk her home--it was normal. We didn't want out cute little 'innocent child' to be tainted just yet...which, living near three perverted high schoolers, was very likely if she didn't have a companion. Plus, if I said no, she would probably cry.
The bus ride was fairly normal, as Rishi chatted away with a freshman whose name I could never remember. Something, I noted, was weird. She was still calling me by my real name--Lan. She never called me by my real name--when we first met, she decided that she would call me 'Grandpa' and that was that.
"Oooy, Lan! Let's get off here." Rishi called, tugging my hair. It was a stop before mine--three streets from my house--but I stood up with her. She still had a grip on my hair. I picked up my bag and followed her off the bus.
Rishi and I were the only ones to get off at this stop. Well, her freshman friend did, but she went in the opposite direction. The yellow bus pulled away in a cloud of smoke.
"Hey, Lan," Rishi started, calling me by my real name again. "I wanted to tell you something."
I glanced over at Rishi. She had put Steve away. She was looking at the ground, her brown locks bouncing with each step she took. Her mouth had gone from a grin to a thoughtful expression. She bit her lip.
"I really like you, Lan."
I stopped shrot, looking back at Rishi. She was maybe a foot behind me.
Rishi looked up at me. "For a long time."
So that was why she was calling me by my real name.
Rishi started walking again, quickly catching up to and passing me. "If you want me to change, okay, I can do that. If you want to reject me, that's fine too, go ahead and reject me, and I can keep calling you 'grandpa' and we can forget this ever happened. What I want is a definite answer. Yes or no will do."
I was, to say, speechless.
"Well?" Rishi demanded. "What's your answer?"
"It's not that...I don't." I said, carefully choosing my words. I didn't want Rishi to get angry--that was the last thing I wanted. "I just don't want to get into a relationship right now."
"That's not a direct answer." Rishi cut in. "Damn it, Lan, you're so frickin' wishy-washy!"
We had reached Rishi's house. Rishi stood there for a moment, lingering. "Only a fool makes the same mistake twice." she said, her eyes averting mine. She turned towards her house. "Fool."
With that, she walked away.
Rishi never called me by my real name again.
*this WORLD is ranked #113*
Rishi does not own anything to do with Haruhi Suzumiya (other then DVDs)
This was done out of boredom and sugar.
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