YO! Well I know I haven't posted my stories recently but I decided to give you all a small preview of a horror story I'm working on. IT's the first page and kinda slow, but, enjoy! STORY TIME!!!! The Story is Called: The Demons of Rashford
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The Demons of Rashford
Halloween, usually that name brings the thought of dressing up in silly costumes and going to get candy, followed with the thought joy, candy, and cavities. But let me tell you what… Halloween doesn’t always have a bright side. Halloween in the past was usually the day the devil and his minions would break from the underworld to terrorize humans. Of course, this story of mine isn’t just a history lesson; you get enough of that in school. This story is something more sinister then just a simple joyous Halloween tale of little kids running form house to house to get their share of candy; it’s about the dark side of Halloween, the day the Devil plays.
It was a normal October day in the small, sleepy town of Rashford, New Jersey. The sky was covered in overcast giving a darkened mood to the town a normal October day; except, it was October 31st, I started it like a normal day getting up lazily getting ready for school, simply tossing on clean clothes not caring what I wore, that day I wore a plaid shirt buttoned up to the third button and underneath I wore a gray undershirt. I pulled on some blue jeans and tossed on a backpack. I walked out to see my friend, Jeremy, waiting outside for me. He was dressed in his normal get-up, blue jeans a long sleeved t-shirt with some logo on it. He smiled and ran up next to me.
“Good morning buddy!” Jeremy said in a deep voice. “I see you are as enthusiastic as always to go to school!” I shot a glare at him. “Well something seems to have your underwear in a knot… Oh! Halloween… I see.”
“Yep, you know me too well…” I said blankly as I continued to walk down the street.
“Well this year, Randy, I want you to come to my costume party! It will let you forget about your bad memories of this day; after all, Halloween is meant to be fun.” Jeremy said swatting my back.
“Yeah, it sure beats taking my little brother trick-or-treating. Ok, I’ll come!” I said smiling as we walked into our school yard. The sharp screeching sound of the bell shot through our school symbolizing the start of a boring school day.
The day rolled by going into every class. Each lesson of my class had to do with Halloween, I hate Halloween. In English we wrote a short three paragraph paper about “Our Greatest Halloween Adventure.” In Geometry we solved some silly Halloween problem. In Biology we conducted experiments on how to change this one solution of chemicals to make the solution turn into a “Jack-o-Lantern” orange, it just looked like plain orange to me. In French we learned a whole bunch of Halloween related words in French; and finally in History we learned the true history of Halloween, the true dark side of it. Finally the final bell rang and everyone streamed out of school to start off a supposedly exciting Halloween night.
