What I did for Halloween

Hola, reader-migos!
I started thinking about it and I've done some DIY quick costumes, but I haven't delivered a Halloween themed story! How lame is that? Fear not! I shall deliver with this post. Inspired by the essays we had to write in our earliest school days, this story will be a creepy tale told from the perspective of an innocent and unsuspecting child, reading aloud to his class.

What I did for Halloween

          My family has tradition for Halloween. At seven o'clock, my parents send me out with my cousins to go trick or treating. When I was younger my cousin Frank would take me and our cousin Sammie out, until 10pm. Then we'd go back home and their parents' would pick them up. Three years ago Frank graduated and moved, so he doesn't take us Trick or Treating anymore. Sammie is 16 now, so she's been my chaperon since Frank moved.

          This year was weird though. I noticed it when Sammie showed up. Sammie is always a really cool witch or grim reaper. I guess she was still suppose to be a witch, but I thought her costume was silly. She wasn't really wearing much and I thought she would be cold, walking around all night. Also, she was complaining from the moment her parents showed up. She kept saying that she was too old to trick or treat and that she wanted to go to her friends house instead. Neither of our parents would listen to her and even though she really didn't want to go, we left the house at 7pm like always.

          Sammie was unhappy the whole time we were walking around. It made me sad. I like Sammie and I didn't want her to be upset about being with me. We had only been roaming around for about an hour and our pillow cases weren't even half full when she gave up. She poured her pillow case into mine and told me she was going to her friends house anyway. I told her that her mom and dad would be mad. She said she didn't care. I asked her if I could go and she just laughed at me and said I'm too little. I told her I didn't know what to do. She told me even though I'm to young to go to her friends party, that didn't mean I was to young to trick or treat by myself, but to be sure I was home by ten. Then she left me.

          I stood on the street corner for awhile and tried to not be sad. After all a sad vampire is not a scary vampire. Finally, I decided to go trick or treating by myself. It was cool at first. Everyone was really nice and gave me extra candy because it was just me at their doors. I had almost filled my pillow case all the way and I still had more than an hour until ten. I started walking back towards my house when three older kids stopped me. They asked what I was doing and I told them I was trick or treating. Then they asked what I was suppose to be and I told them I was a vampire, duh! I thought it was a stupid question because of my teeth. Then they asked who I was with and I told them, it was just me. Then they pushed me down and punched me a lot. I really didn't like that, especially because they tore my costume and took my whole pillow case of candy.

          When they left I sat there for awhile and was really sad. I didn't have a bag to trick or treat with anymore and my costume  was messed up, so I decided to go home early. When I got home all of the lights in the house were off. The jack o lanterns we had spent a week making were all still lit up around the house and the creepy scarecrow decoration was in the front yard. I don't like that scarecrow, I think it's creepy. I've told my mom I thought it was looking at me before and she said I was just being silly and that it had been in our family for generations. I still don't like that scarecrow. I walked up to our front door and rang the doorbell but nobody came, so I knocked on the door and still nobody came. I walked all around the house, knocking on our windows and peeking in but I couldn't see anybody. I started to get sad and scared. I never knew what the grown ups in our family were up too while we went trick or treating, but I was starting to think maybe they went out while we were gone.

          I tried knocking on the window to the cellar again, but nobody came. I wasn't sure what they were all doing in the dark. After a few minutes the lights in my house started turning back on. I ran to the front door and knocked on it. This time dad opened the door. My parents and Sammie's parents were wearing the same clothes they had been before I went trick or treating. All  of their friends were gone and I thought that was weird, because I never saw them leave. Mom and dad were very worried when they saw me. I told them what happened. My aunt and uncle were very mad that Sammie had left me. They said they were going to go get her. I think she probably got in a lot of trouble. And that's what I did for Halloween.