The Night of Halloween

* I had no time to edit this for grammar.

The funeral was over. It was time to head home, but Before Sam Smith did, the pastor had a word with

him. “ Your brother was a good man. I am sorry it had to happen like this.” Sam nodded his head slowly.

With his last relative dead, Sam’s life was empty. He walked away from the pastor and loaded up into his car without saying anything. He had nothing to say. The lonely man carefully pulled into his driveway and sat there for a

minute. His head tilted forward and spilled onto the steering wheel. His body shook with fear and depression, as he choked back the tears. Slowly, he unbuckled, and slipped his hand around the door handle. Sam walked up to his house with his shoulders slumped, and entered through the front door.

The next few hours were not very kind to him. The sun slipped behind the earth as he lay on the couch, drinking.

It was dark. It was lonely. It was haunting. He had to do something. Sam woke up with a start; his beer hit the floor and the drink ran everywhere. He was sweating wildly. His breathing was at top speed. He could feel his heart beating madly. He glanced over at the seat next to him. He had downed an

entire six pack, and he could feel it.

“ I have to go somewhere. I have to get out of this haunting house. I have to go on a walk. Maybe I can find the pastor; he is my only friend. He can help me”

Sam lumbered out of his front door and tripped into the driveway. Awkwardly, he made his voyage down the sidewalk. Step by step, getting closer to his destination. He staggered into the church parking lot. The buzz had hit him hard. He could no longer feel his legs. He could barely control his movement.

He stumbled along towards the graveyard, Or at what he was pretty sure was the graveyard.

He heard movement next to him, it must have been a bird because he heard creaking from a tree right next to the noise. It was so dark; he could barely see anything.

“ I have to find the pastor. He is my only hope. I need to talk to someone, or at least be close to my brother.”

He stopped suddenly, and squinted his eyes. Could that be his brothers grave in front of him. It looked something like it, but he could barely see or think for himself. Suddenly, he heard a muffled yelp from

behind him. He swirled around and tripped over himself. His body crashed onto the floor like a lightning bolt.

“ who’s there?” He asked aloud, though it came out more like a mumble than a question. A haunting reply followed.

“ Its happening! I can feel it. MY MIND IS LOST AND MY BODY IS TRANSFORMING”

“ I SAID WHO’SE THERE”

No response came. Sam tried to climb to his feet, and leave this horrid place. Erie silence filled the room. He screamed again.

"HELLO"

THUD!

Sam’s body sunk back onto the floor.

The next day, Sam woke up in a torn and bloody mess. He was barely alive.

“ what happened to me” he thought to himself as he looked at the ceiling of a church building.

“ No, it isn’t possible.” Suddenly, Sam understood what had happened the night before.

He had never made it to the graveyard. He had heard a door creak as it swung open and he was lead

into the building where he was trapped, and all alone. He had been cornered by a visitor. That was the

“bird” he had heard. Then he remembered the voice that had called out and warned him that it was

transforming, and had already gone half evil. He recognized that voice. Where had he heard it before?

It does not matter, before he died, Sam realized that only one man had the keys to the church.