The Most Awful Halloween
It was October 31st, when I was about six years old. I was dressed up in my Barbie princess costume and I had my golden crown placed upon my royal head. I was also wearing my matching Barbie princess shoes because I knew I wouldn't be able to pull off my fabulous outfit with out them. My sister was upstairs acting out Dracula phrases and playing with her lengthy cape that had a satiny sheen to it. My brother was making different and unusual arm motions, attempting to be ninja! I didn't want to break the news to him that it wasn't working out so I let him continue with his nonsense! While my siblings were trying to play the part of their costumes, I sprinted upstairs to retrieve my princess bag. I was anticipating my bag would be full when I returned home. I was looking forward to the tootsie rolls, the Oh Henry bars and the sour delights that I couldn't wait for to explode in my mouth!
We set out on our journey. It was a dim autumn night and I could smell the snow in the crisp, fall breeze. It was a quiet night not many people were out, the roads were serene. There were about 20 houses that gave us many scrumptious delights. The houses were ornately decorated; there were flashing lights and creepy scenes. At several houses there were fake dummies that had fake blood everywhere and some heads emerging from the ground, the props seemed frightening. The night was coming to an end. What a great, successful night!! My arms were hanging on by a thread the bag was so full. I was hobbling along in my noisy clanking, stylin' Barbie shoes that all the other kids on my block wanted, but couldn't have. I was relieved that we were coming to the end of our excursion, my legs were rubber. It was our final house of Halloween night, my siblings and I walked up the broad driveway, ready to fall asleep. We drowsily walked up the steps while my mom waited at the end of the driveway. At the front window, the light from the television was illuminating off the curtains onto the porch. I rang the doorbell, the person sitting on the couch watching T.V, got up from his seat, and then came to bring the goodies. Through the screen door I could see the silhouette of the man coming to the door. The bald- headed man opened the door and gave a friendly smile. My siblings and I grinned cutely. The man dropped the delights into my sibling's bags and last but not least it he came over to me, he was about to drop the candies into my bag when, a giant golden retriever jumps from the screen door!!!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! The dog came over, I could imagine myself screaming so loud the dead could hear me, and slobbered/bit my hand. At one point my whole hand was in the dog's mouth. I was traumatized and almost lost my hand! Seriously, it was nothing severe it just really, really grossed me out! To this day I have never liked animals with teeth, not even Chihuahuas
Christina Z
I am not really the animal type either Christina Z. I especially do not like dogs because my cousin has a dog named Bouncer and it clearly did not like me. One day the dog made me run down the street until I had the guts to kick it down. But it just came back after me and it bit me on the leg. What is even worst is that I got in trouble for kicking the dog. Good blog Christina Z.!
ReplyDeleteWow, what a hectic night! I guess you have to expect the unexpected! Amazing choice of words and sentences. "It was a dim autumn night and I could smell the snow in the crisp, fall breeze." "At the front window, the light from the television was illuminating off the curtains onto the porch." Those are just a couple of your terrific sentences. With this story you almost make me afraid of Chihuahuas!! Fantastic blog!:)
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