Saturday, 31 October 2009
03:37:00 PM (GMT)
This is just a story for Halloween, not scary at all. Appreciate it if you can read
it, I know it's a little long :/
The poem at the start and end was just something random I added ^^
It’s Halloween and
You come for a tale
That’ll fill you up
Full of dread?
Well, this tale
Includes ghouls and
Curses, and anything
That’s about dead
It starts in a small
And sleepy little town
That’s all on its
Own in the night
Unaware of the fact
That the nightmares
Are returning before
The morning’s light…
Catherine, known as Cathy to most people, was quite average. Average height,
average weight and average curves. She had medium brown hair that flicked out in
certain places. She had light brown eyes that showed honesty and kindness. She was
never really that good at lying and never really practised. She was trusting and
friendly and was never really noticed. But she was used to that.
Her and Denzel had been best friends since she was 5. 11 years later and they
were still glued to each other. He was taller than her and quite good-looking with
his shaggy brown hair and soft blue eyes. If it weren’t for his clumsiness and
sometimes-nerdish moments, a lot of girls in school would’ve asked him out already.
And Denzel would’ve probably said yes to all of them; he didn’t have a clue about
girls, dating or relationships. All he knew about was how to get into trouble
(dragging Cathy with him) and how to get out of it.
Cathy’s day of school was quite normal and average. Basically, boring. Apart
from her strange friend, Rowan, there wasn’t much point in going. Rowan made it so
much more interesting but yet weird at the same time. Rowan moved to town at the
beginning of Year 11, last year of school. She had pitch-black hair that snaked down
her back; sleek, straight and smooth. Her extremely pale skin arose suspicions but
her menacing, black eyes warned off any unwanted questions. Her tall, thin frame made
her seem uptight, impatient and shy. Cathy knew otherwise. She had seen Rowan’s
patience, fun, confidence and rebellious side, all in the first lesson! Rowan was
weird, but Cathy seemed drawn to that from the very first moment they met.
Today, was Halloween, Cathy’s favourite holiday. Although she wasn’t a fan
of horror films or ghosts, she loved the mysterious past of the seasoned holiday and
how the whole town lit up with candles and bright costumes.
Cathy didn’t go trick or treatin’. Not after the year where the crazy lady ran
after her and Denzel all night, after accidentally knocking on her door. Yes, you can
accidentally knock on someone’s door…when you’re with Denzel anyway. And she
also didn’t do party’s after the night sitting, very uncomfortably, with Denzel
whilst the rest of the Year played seven minutes in heaven, spin the bottle or truth
or dare or whatever it’s called.
Now, this Halloween, Cathy and Denzel were walking through the town after Cathy
was invited to a sleepover by Rowan. Cathy did find it a little odd, but Rowan always
was. She also didn’t exactly feel very comfortable going round Rowan’s house on
her own, especially for the first time, so she decided to drag Denzel along. He
didn’t really mind much as long as he got away from his mother, who would probably
try to persuade him to go trick or treating with her. Something he didn’t feel at
“So, explain to me again why she invited me?” Denzel asked for the ninth time.
“She didn’t! She invited me. I just don’t want to go on my own.” It was 8:30
and the trick and treaters were out in full swing. Cathy didn’t know there were so
many kids in her neighbourhood!
“I thought you and her were friends?” Denzel exasperated. She knew where he was
going with this. He was trying to get another point on why he didn’t get girls.
He’d been doing this ever since he’d hit adolescence.
“Are me and Rowan friends? Yes. Do I think she’s normal enough to go round her
house on my own? No.”
“Would you?” Cathy asked giving Denzel a ‘knowing’ look. Of course he
“No…” He sighed. Cathy smiled in triumph. What she wouldn’t tell him is she
dragged him along to feel more comfortable, but his ego was big enough.
Sleepovers weren’t her forte, mostly because this was her first one. She didn’t
now what to expect and frankly, she didn’t want to think about it. On the bright
side, she got to see everyone’s Halloween costumes on the walk there.
“Hold on! What exactly are you going to do at this sleepover?” Denzel gasped with
a look of horror on his face.
“I don’t know! This is my first one. I guess it’ll be like what we see in
“So, you’ll be watching soppy films whilst talking about your body, boys and
make-up?” He mumbled quickly.
Cathy stopped and gave him a ‘what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about’ look. “What
films do you watch?”
“Hey, don’t look at me like I’m a pervert! We both used to watch the Sleepover
“I told you to never mention that again.” She warned. She hated it when he
brought that up. She’d thought he’d be more embarrassed at watching it, but it
was her. And worse still, he knew it.