I smeared the makeup on my face with a sponge type wedge. Soon my face was black with an exception only for the clear oval that framed the area around my eyes. My hair was already sprayed black and was hard and brittle against my face because of the paint. I pulled on my black leggings and black long sleeved shirt. I slipped into black shoes. I looked strange in my bright room, a black beast standing amongst the colors, even my lips were caked in black. With a smile I turned from the mirror just as Beth pulled in the driveway, her white station wagon obvious in the dark of night.
“I’ll be home by midnight!” I shouted before running out the door. I didn’t know or care if my mom had heard me. It was Halloween and I was sixteen and going to an awesome Halloween Party, curfew was not a part of my plans. I threw open the passenger side door of Beth’s car and threw myself in.
“Liz.” She greeted. Beth was dressed in a white wedding dress, though no doubt it was a fake. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun and a veil was lying on the floor of the back seat. She had done her makeup perfectly, that was just how Beth was. She was gorgeous and could pull anything off, from a wedding dress to her favorite neon green tutu. She swung out of our driveway before I even had the door closed and soon we were on the back roads headed towards Green Valley.
Green Valley was where most of the parties in Wiscal were held. It’s in a small valley just outside of town and is enclosed by thick trees. Few adults have ever been there and that is what made it sacred to the teens of Wiscal. By the time we arrived the bonfire was lit and the ground was already littered and with candy wrappers and soda cans. Groups of kids from twelve to twenty were scattered throughout the valley and someone had music pounding from an open car.
It was a rule that if you were to be allowed to come to the valley for your first entry you had to make a contribution of some sort and then you were good for life. This is where we got the Tiki torches that were scattered in the clearing and the garbage cans that were rarely used. A giant fire pit was located in the center.
Upon arrival Beth and I jogged over to our group of friends, she stumbled twice in her heels.
“Hey guys!”
“Hey!” Everyone welcomed us. I looked around, there were zombies, vampires, demons, witches, fairies, and more.
Around 10:30 Holly came up to the girls I was gossiping with and invited us to go on a walk through the woods to the old Ozmeyer house. Most of the girls shook their heads immediately, the Ozmeyer house had been abandon for years and it was said to be haunted.
“I’ll go.” I said stepping apart from the rest.
“Great!” Holly grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to four others who were brave enough to go. There was Holly, me, Beth, and three seniors, Christie, Jason and Alex. We set off into the woods after confirming that we had cell phones and flashlights, it wouldn’t take much for us to all become lost in the dark.
Within minutes we had left the noise and laughter behind, the trees closed in on us, blocking out the moon’s light. Beth was next to me and I noticed that she was picking through the woods, holding her shoes in her hand.
It was about a mile to the Ozmeyer house and as we neared I began to feel slightly nervous. A tree branch snapped behind me and I tried to push up close to the other kids, wishing that I was in the middle instead of all alone in the back. Finally the house came into view.
The old ranch house was small and it still had an outhouse attached to the side. It was impossible to tell what color the wooden clapboard once had been, now that it was slowly rotting away. Windows were broken and the glass was sprayed all over the porch. A rocking chair was still sitting there, it was said that the previous owner died while sitting on it, and that was why it had never been taken even though the rest of the house had long since been stripped of everything else.
Jason leaned over to Alex,
“I dare you to go sit in the chair.” He growled. Alex just scoffed, there was no way he was going anywhere near that chair. I was watching the rocking chair when I heard a soft squeak and I swore that I saw it move just a little.
“Did you guys just see-“ I was cut off by Christie.
“I’m going inside,” she announced. Beth gasped and I shushed her though I don’t know why. No one lived here, that I was for sure about, despite the rumors. Christie started off and was followed by Alex, Jason and Holly. I shrugged, not willing to be left behind. Beth slipped on her shoes and together we chased after the others.
The smell inside the old house was repulsive and I struggled to force myself to breathe. I felt as though I had been slapped in the face. It smelled of smoke, mold, dust, and strangely, I thought I got a faint whiff of cologne. Don’t be silly, I scolded myself.
We walked through the house, boards so creaky I wondered if they would hold us all. If we did fall through, what would we find? Bodies most likely.
When we were in the back bedroom Holly jumped.
“Did you guys hear that?” She whispered. I felt uneasy and sick. Then we heard a door slam and Beth began to cry.
“Are we going to die?” She sobbed.
“Shut up.” Alex snapped at her. I stood frozen, unmoving. Waiting. Watching the entry to the bedroom. A figure appeared from the shadows. Holly screamed, I remained a statue. Then the figure stepped out of the shadows and into the dim light. It was a boy, he had black curly hair and pale white skin. His eyes gleamed a golden brown. Then he smiled, revealing the triangular shaped teeth that he kept concealed beneath his lips. Blood curled out from the corners of his lips. His voice glided like silk,
“Glad you all came.” He said stepping closer. “It’s too bad I have eaten in awhile, otherwise I might have been able to spare at least one of you.” His eye focused in on my terrorized face. Then everything was over.
Or at least I was.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 02.03.2012

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