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It was a cold, dark October evening and Mark was sitting in his bedroom reading one of his horror novels that he had got for his last birthday. His room was still untidy, his walls were a cold dark blue shade. The bedroom door had a small crack in it just below the silver door handle that always feels cold when you touch it to open a door, it was from 4 months ago when him and Gerry were playing on his Nintendo Wii, I forget which game they were playing on but Gerry always gets too competitive at games, it is just the way he is. As you can guess Mark had won at whatever they were playing on, more than likely it would have been a football game and well Gerry didn't take that well. He complained that his long black hair had got in the way of his eyes, so they should have a rematch, but Mark knew he was just trying to make excuses. Gerry was a bit smaller than Mark, but he is a lot faster than Mark, he plays on the school soccer team. Mark was the opposite of Gerry, he has short spiky brown hair. He waved the controller around like a madman and it slipped out of his hand and flew across the room and hit the door with a loud thud, that was the last time Gerry had been allowed in Mark's house. I was repeatedly tapping my foot on the blood red coloured carpet, while my eyes were scanning the different items that were scattered on the floor, i'm not sure how many magazines he had lying on the floor, but there seemed to be a lot of them.

I kept looking at the clock every minute and then glanced back at Mark who was still more interested in his book than what we had planned for tommorow night. Just as I was about to ask if we should go and call on Gerry and Abi, the door to his room burst open and something ran into the room, I only managed to get a quick look at it before I fell off my seat in shock, it looked like a skeleton with a black robe on, it was holding what seemed to be a scythe, but the silver blade had what looked to be blood on it. I was on the floor screaming in terror when I heard the thing giggling, then I heard Mark burst into a laughing fit, I then climbed slowly to my feet, my legs were still in shock and it was quite hard to stand up. I looked at that robed figure as it lifted its arm towards the hood that it had covering its face. As the creature slowly pulled its hood down, I felt my legs give way as I fell to the cold red carpet again.

As I lifted my head up slowly all I could see was the scythe pointed towards me and the red liquid what I thought was blood was dripping onto my arms, I looked up past the scythe and saw silky blonde hair, thats when I knew why Mark was laughing, he was still lying on the bed clutching his stomache while still laughing. I felt the tears slowly trickle down my face that was pale by this point, I seen Ruth turned to face Mark and she said "did I do good bro". While he was still laughing he turned and said "you did great sis". Ruth was Mark's younger sister, she is quite small and very annoying, she acts like a little kid most of the time, which annoys a lot of people, her hair is quite long and it passes her shoulders. At this point he stood up and walked over to me and held out his hand, I was still in shock by what had just happened. I lifted my head up slowly and I saw Mark's hand held out in front of me, I slowly lifted my my hand up towards his, by this time my hand was shaking because of how terrified I had been.

I then pushed his hand out of the way and tried to run out of the room, but my legs were still hurting so I staggered out of the room instead of running. As I was going past Ruth the blade of the scythe, even though it was plastic the end of it caught my arm as I ran past it, I got to the top of the stairs and I nearly tripped on the top stair as I heard Mark and Ruth for me to go back. I tripped on the bottom step and hit my forehead off the wall at the bottom, I opened the door and ran down the damp path that lead up to their house and I ran past the trees that were by the side of the path I felt a few of them brush past my arm as they blew back and forth by the wind.

After passing the 2nd block, I was forced to stop and catch my breath. How could they do that to me?! We have been friends for so long! I’ll show them how it feels to have the people you trust most scare the crap out of you. An evil smirk grew across my face. Yeah why don’t I scare them back? I puzzled over these questions and soon a plan formed in my mind. I’ll give them a good scare that they so kindly deserver. I started to jog back to my house past a group of small children that were showing off their costumes, they seemed to stare at me as I ran past them and when I turned the next corner I heard one of them start to laugh. I figured he was laughing because I ran past them while the tears were still dripping down my face, I kept jogging until I reached my house.

I looked at the outside of the house and with it being dark and my parents always decorate for halloween it made me feel worse because my parents had went out for a meal with a couple of their friends. There were no lights on in the house so I couldn't see the outside of the house that well, but the light from the moon gave me enough light to see where I was going. But the light from the moon also caused me problems because it gave me enough light to see where I was going, but it didn't help because I couldn't see that clearly so there were shadows that looked like they were moving around.

I looked around in all directions like a person who seemed paranoid about something, I kept seeing shadows leaping from side to side, while the wind started to get stronger and the sound that it made seemed to get a lot louder. By this time I was starting to get really scared, I felt as though a strange creature would dive out of the bushes that were along the outside of the path leading to the house, like what normally happens in horror movies where a creature lies waiting for his next victim. Like what a werewolf does waiting to pounce on his next victim and sink its fangs into the flesh of the victim. I reached the door leading to the house, I reached down into the trouser pockets of my light blue jeans and felt around for the keys to the house, I pulled out the keys and fumbled to find the lock in the dark and I entered the cold dark house.