Creative Halloween Writing
Halloween Night
The sky is night
The pumpkins shine bright
I hope everyone has a great fright
Anonymous, Freshman
Skeleton In the Field House
It was a dark, stormy night. The rain fell in pellets tapping on the windows of the school. The halls echoed with laughter. Anna peered into the gym: clowns, ghouls, and goblins bounced around. The sky lit up, thunder boomed. The gym shook with every thunderclap. “Happy Halloween!” a freakish witch screeched–startling Anna. The entire school was there, or so she thought.
Nervous, she took small, courageous steps–creeping into the giant crowd. She bumped into someone with an unusual costume. His hair was jet black, he had a stocky build with dark gray eyes, a black zip-up jacket, and charcoal gray sweatpants. His cold, dead eyes stared through her soul. The lights flickered and then he was gone. She creeped toward the dance floor, BOOM. Everything was black. The gym was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and the thunder rolled. The lights flicked back on–it was just Anna. Am I dreaming? she thought. She looked around at the soulless gym. She turned around. It was him.
She flew toward the door: locked. He followed, slowly, but he was coming. Panicking, she grabbed the fire extinguisher and shattered the windows. Jumping out, she ran to the football field. In the middle of the open area she was a sitting duck. He was coming. She tripped and fell, clashing with the tangled tall grass on the unshaved field. She stood back up, the man behind her had an evil grin. She started to cry. She jumped up and ran. Get to the field house, she thought. She bobbed and weaved through the bleachers before springing into the tiny black and red building. Panting, she grasped the air, hoping for a flashlight, she grabbed a cylinder. She tapped every button she could find. Finally a light beamed, but it wasn’t hers. It was him grinning and shining a light on her pale skin, and laying on the ground underneath her was her best friend, Amber’s lifeless body.
Madison Hooks, Junior
After I Was Gone
The gravity of my situation had ceased to exist in my consciousness for many moments. It was not until I brought myself to open my eyes and descend my focus upon the ground that I began to feel sickness brewing in my throat. I vaguely and briefly wondered what had possessed my body to find it wandering amid this situation. Though—I pondered this for no longer than I could suck in a breath—perhaps it had been of my own accord. Despite any knowledge presenting itself in my mind, I felt myself derived from almost any thoughts. No marginal understanding graced the edges of my mind–that of which was hazy and fragmented.
My utter confusion was quite perpetual; one who also succumbed to the relentless confines of death might have stumbled across a related conception. Yet, as I found my hollow eyes traveling along the edge of a skeletal being, I gradually began to take hold of understanding.
Weariness dragged at my nonexistent spine as I shifted my posture with eerie ease. It registered that I had no posture; I was an entity floating amid darkness, and I could move any bone however I pleased. The laws of life no longer applied to my subconscious.
I began to become suspicious of whether or not I was more than a being’s mind trapped amongst a reality shoved in between the current world and the afterlife. I found myself breaching no explanation to my condition, and I was frustrated at this fact, albeit numbly. My thoughts drifted and caused me to wonder: would I ever feel the bounds of emotion I had been surrounded with in life?
I knew the answer, though I did not want to bathe it in acceptance. I was no longer corporeal; I felt ancient and old, as though I had watched many earthly moons pass by my black eyes and had not even known it. This knowledge was a blanket of thick fog, impenetrable, allowing me no path to reality nor the after.
As I stared at my decaying body, neck twisted and girth broken at the seams; I wondered if a possession of unthawed grief prevented me from seeking peace at last. Halloween Night
The sky is night
The pumpkins shine bright
I hope everyone has a great fright
Anonymous, Freshman
Skeleton In the Field House
It was a dark, stormy night. The rain fell in pellets tapping on the windows of the school. The halls echoed with laughter. Anna peered into the gym: clowns, ghouls, and goblins bounced around. The sky lit up, thunder boomed. The gym shook with every thunderclap. “Happy Halloween!” a freakish witch screeched–startling Anna. The entire school was there, or so she thought.
Nervous, she took small, courageous steps–creeping into the giant crowd. She bumped into someone with an unusual costume. His hair was jet black, he had a stocky build with dark gray eyes, a black zip-up jacket, and charcoal gray sweatpants. His cold, dead eyes stared through her soul. The lights flickered and then he was gone. She creeped toward the dance floor, BOOM. Everything was black. The gym was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and the thunder rolled. The lights flicked back on–it was just Anna. Am I dreaming? she thought. She looked around at the soulless gym. She turned around. It was him.
She flew toward the door: locked. He followed, slowly, but he was coming. Panicking, she grabbed the fire extinguisher and shattered the windows. Jumping out, she ran to the football field. In the middle of the open area she was a sitting duck. He was coming. She tripped and fell, clashing with the tangled tall grass on the unshaved field. She stood back up, the man behind her had an evil grin. She started to cry. She jumped up and ran. Get to the field house, she thought. She bobbed and weaved through the bleachers before springing into the tiny black and red building. Panting, she grasped the air, hoping for a flashlight, she grabbed a cylinder. She tapped every button she could find. Finally a light beamed, but it wasn’t hers. It was him grinning and shining a light on her pale skin, and laying on the ground underneath her was her best friend, Amber’s lifeless body.
Madison Hooks, Junior
After I Was Gone
The gravity of my situation had ceased to exist in my consciousness for many moments. It was not until I brought myself to open my eyes and descend my focus upon the ground that I began to feel sickness brewing in my throat. I vaguely and briefly wondered what had possessed my body to find it wandering amid this situation. Though—I pondered this for no longer than I could suck in a breath—perhaps it had been of my own accord. Despite any knowledge presenting itself in my mind, I felt myself derived from almost any thoughts. No marginal understanding graced the edges of my mind–that of which was hazy and fragmented.
My utter confusion was quite perpetual; one who also succumbed to the relentless confines of death might have stumbled across a related conception. Yet, as I found my hollow eyes traveling along the edge of a skeletal being, I gradually began to take hold of understanding.
Weariness dragged at my nonexistent spine as I shifted my posture with eerie ease. It registered that I had no posture; I was an entity floating amid darkness, and I could move any bone however I pleased. The laws of life no longer applied to my subconscious.
I began to become suspicious of whether or not I was more than a being’s mind trapped amongst a reality shoved in between the current world and the afterlife. I found myself breaching no explanation to my condition, and I was frustrated at this fact, albeit numbly. My thoughts drifted and caused me to wonder: would I ever feel the bounds of emotion I had been surrounded with in life?
I knew the answer, though I did not want to bathe it in acceptance. I was no longer corporeal; I felt ancient and old, as though I had watched many earthly moons pass by my black eyes and had not even known it. This knowledge was a blanket of thick fog, impenetrable, allowing me no path to reality nor the after.
As I stared at my decaying body, neck twisted and girth broken at the seams; I wondered if a possession of unthawed grief prevented me from seeking peace at last. saw a heinous claw reach out to me. Internally, I was protesting and thrashing around to free myself. In reality, I was completely still.
My vision went blank as I felt the hand the claw belonged to wrap around my waist. In one grab, I was up in the air. The wind sounded significantly louder. Then, it felt stronger. Finally, a sharp slap was felt across my entire back. I was dropped. It had lifted me up and proceeded to drop me in the lake. The sting of the water tension breaking on my back left me breathless. Unable to even gasp for air, I had no choice but to sink. Eventually, my reflexes forced me to breathe. Water filled my lungs, as peace settled into my brain. I was done. I had been tormented for long enough, and finally lived out my purpose. All remnants of fear left as my eyes fluttered shut for the last time.
Izzy Hill, Junior
Night of the Night
Gaggles of galloping ghosts
Wonders of wicked witches
Vaults of valiant vampires
Many of macabre mummies
Bundles of black bats
Tons of tricky trees
Mono of mystical moon
Clumps of creepy clouds
Halls of Halloween horror
Laura Beasley, Junior
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