The Accident Of October 31st

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"I hope you know that 13 is an unlucky number, my dear. Look alive, you won't be for much longer."

Melody hated Halloween. Not for any typical reasons, though...

Submitted: October 30, 2016

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The Accident Of October 31st

 

I hate Halloween.

Every damn year it’s the same. Every single year. So I prepared. I was untouchable. No one could do anything.

At least, that’s what I thought.

I did everything I could. I got the best, most efficient state of the art technology. I installed and updated cameras and learned everything that I could.

But somehow this year was by far the worst. They managed to get past my technology, they escaped the cameras and they outsmarted my extensive knowledge.

Mind you, they must be so experienced by now, whoever they are.

 

I hate Halloween. Why, you ask?

 

Because every year for the past 13 years on Halloween night, someone has tried to kill me.

 

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I stared at the screen and reached for my laptop. I had to make sure everything was secure. I had been preparing all year, what could go wrong? My house was probably more secure than the local prison, no one will get in this year.

Ding Dong!

The sound of my doorbell startled me, almost making me drop my laptop. I was so tense. I walked to the door, trying to calm my raging nerves. I looked at my CCTV screen to see who was standing there and saw Millie grinning up at it, waving. I laughed, shaking my head.

“Hey Millie. Why didn’t you let yourself in?” I smiled as she entered.

“Left my key in my room,” She responded apologetically.

“Have you been for a run?”

“Yeah. Saw Jacob when I went past the park.”

“Cool. Did he say anything?”

“No. Damn, why is your brother so hot?”

“Honestly, I think it’s because we’re twins and I’m so damn fine.”

We laughed and walked through to the kitchen.

 

“Sorry for scaring you earlier. I know how tense you are around Halloween,” She smiled.

“Don’t worry about it,” I fiddled with the buttons on my blouse.

“Have you updated the cameras?”

“Yeah. I was about to call them to see what might go wrong.”

“You shouldn’t worry. You’ve survived every other year.”

“By chance.”

“Can’t you think of any reasons why someone might be trying to kill you?”

“I really can’t. It’s been happening since I was eight.”

“Damn, so this is the thirteenth year, huh?”
“Yeah, I’m surprised my mum let me move out.”

We froze when we heard a thump from upstairs. My face turned white. Millie looked at me and ran to the stairs. I followed her. She was stood in the doorway of my bedroom, her face now also white. I pushed past her and a scream escaped my throat. There, on my laminate floor, was a carving knife, lying in a pool of blood. Blood smeared the walls. I felt sick. This was always how it started. I would find something disgusting in one of the rooms of my house. Then it would get progressively worse through the day and into the night. It was only 7:45am, though. What was going to happen next?

Cautiously, I got into the car and drove to university. I had a lecture on hour after I got there so I had some time to kill. I decided to go the Starbucks on campus to study for 45 minutes. I ordered a hot chocolate and sat down with my laptop. I loved it there because there was a quiet buzz of life, but nothing too much. I was nearly ready to leave when a blood curdling scream cut through the air, sending the usually quiet atmosphere into chaos. Oh no, what now? I thought, dread spreading through me like poison. I grabbed my laptop and my bag and followed the crowd out when I saw the havoc that was in front of us. One of the buildings was alight with huge flames that licked the wall and threatened to come closer. A cloud of thick, black smoke belched into the air. People were running left and right, their faces black with soot and white with terror. Screams accompanied the smoke and filled the air.

Then, as if by magic, everyone fell silent.

The roar of the flames surrounded one window in particular, and everyone was transfixed. A body was being lifted and hung out of the window. The view was stomach-churning. It was being held up by a strange figure. Then, after what seemed like forever, the body was hurled with force and it landed at my feet. I would’ve shrieked in terror, but it was lodged in my throat like a shard of glass. At my feet.. Was a body. No.. not a body.. It was a blackened skeleton, clean of flesh. My body was numb. It had a pristine note attached to it. I carefully reached for it, trying not to touch the burnt bones. The smell was repulsive. I breathed shallowly, trying not to inhale the disgusting air. The note read:

You have been very lucky, my dear. I hope you know that 13 is an unlucky number. Look alive, you won’t be for much longer.

An icy cold sensation washed through my body like a hailstorm in winter.

“Everyone get back! She’s gonna blow!” I heard a deep, male voice yell. It was a fireman. I had been so wrapped up in my fear that I didn’t hear the sirens. I ran, my head spinning.

BOOM!

The explosion filled the sky, the flames spiralling upwards and illuminating the ground. I couldn’t take it. I had to go home, where Millie would be waiting. Things would be normal, at least for while. The day couldn’t get worse…

Could it?

I arrived at the house and I was so dazed I didn’t realise that the door was unlocked. I dragged myself through the hallway and slumped into my favourite armchair. A figure appeared in the door, blocking out some of the sunlight. I looked up, dread filling my body. Thankfully, it was just Millie.

“I heard what had happened today. Are you alright?” She asked, concerned.

I gazed up at her and said nothing, just handed her the note from the body. Her eyes became round and her face went white.

“I - I found that. On a body,” I choked.

“A body?!”

“Well.. A, um, a skeleton actually.”

“O-oh.”

We looked at each other and knew exactly what would have to be done. I ran to the control panel next to the door and activated the security mechanisms early. I was panicking. I begun checking the security cameras for anything and saw something so shocking that I went numb.

I didn’t know that I was screaming until Millie looked at me and brought me back into reality. I put my hand over my mouth. I couldn’t remember how to stop. My voice was becoming hoarse but I couldn’t stop.

I didn’t know how.

I didn’t know how.

 

I didn’t know how.

We stared at the screen in horror, unable to tear our eyes away from it. It had jet black eyes, surrounded by white smoke. It was staring straight into the camera, grinning, pointing. Pointing. Pointing into my soul. Pointing to me. Pointing. I closed my eyes, moaning.

I wondered what was on the other side of the wall now. Maybe that ghastly figure, with its long, gnarled fingers ready to claw away at my skin in my sleep, tearing the flesh apart bit by bit. Maybe it was someone waiting until I let my guard down, then stab me to a bloody pulp. I shook the thoughts. I was not going to die tonight. I composed myself and slowly went into the basement. That was where the main security controls were. Without hesitating, I put everything on lockdown. Whoever tries to kill me now has no chance, I thought, smug. My smile instantly fell when I saw the message that popped up on my phone.

Ha. You think that putting extra locks and extra security will stop me? How cute. Did it stop me three years ago with that girl? What was her name now.. Oh, yes. Sara? Poor girl had it coming. And you’re next, Just make sure your friend Millie doesn’t get involved this time. See you soon!

My stomach fell for miles. See you soon! It said. How did it remember Sara, my room mate from three years ago? I was ice cold. Why did it kill people who were like sisters to me?

I went back upstairs to see Millie as white as a sheet.

“Millie. What’s wrong?” I demanded.

She said nothing, only pointed. I followed the direction of her finger and a gasp tumbled out of my lips. A little girl stood there, only about eight years old. Her face was dirty and her dungarees were slightly bloody. Her face was a pale grey and her eyes were a shade of charcoal. A young girl which I recognised as my grandma when she was in her late teens. She was very beautiful. Her golden hair brushed her shoulders as she sat down on a chair that had materialised.

“You know, your brother isn’t a nice boy, you know,” Her voice filled the room, and the little girl stood in front of her.

“Why did you hurt me?” The little girl demanded, her voice wobbling.

“Your brother hurt me.”

“How?”

“He has another girlfriend.”

“But that’s silly! You’re his girlfwiend!”

“Well that doesn’t matter now. I’m going to hurt him!”

“No! Molly! Please put the knife down, you might hurt your self!”

“Oh.. It’s not me that’s getting hurt!”

We watched in horror as my grandma grabbed the little girl by the neck and repeatedly stabbed her in the stomach, sides and back. She slashed her neck, tears dripping from her chin and mixing with the blood. She threw the girl across the room and she hit the stony wall with a thud. The pale body dropped to the floor and lay there, motionless. My grandma cackled, washed the knife in a sink and got changed into her school clothes. The images faded and only the body remained. Slowly, it stood up and morphed into a 21 year old woman. Millie and I stared in horror, to scared to move.

“Wh-why did she hurt me?” She asked softly, her hands hanging loosely at her sides.

I didn’t know what to day, what to do. Without realising, words rose up from my throat and out of my mouth.

My response was soft, “I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

The sadness on the girl’s face washed away and in its place was anger.

“WHY DID SHE HURT ME?” She screamed.

I backed away slowly. Millie was frozen in place. The spirit kept screaming, its voice shrill and piercing. It filled the house and filled my body. It stepped towards me. I automatically stepped away.

“Why did she hurt me?” Her voice was soft again.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, but I don’t know,” I responded, my heart softening.

“Well, she really hurt me and my brother you know.”

“I know, and I’m very sorry.”

“But you’re alive. You’re not hurt. Me and my brother don’t like that.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

She giggled.

“Patience is a virtue!” She grinned an evil smile and vanished. Her laugh echoed through the house.

I glanced at Millie, who was stood still. I reached out to touch her and her skin was icy cold, making me gasp. Her eyes were empty.

“Millie!” I called to her, and her eyes were full and warm again.

“What? Where am I? What just happened?” Her eyes were confused.

“Don’t you remember what just happened?”

“The girl…”

“Yeah. The girl’s gone now.”

“No.. No she’s not.”

“She is, I swear.”

“She’s not! She’s behind you!”

I spun around to see a perfect black circle on the floor, her laugh echoing through the house again. I shuddered and watched in horror as Millie suddenly crumpled and fell to the floor. In a panic, I grabbed her and lay her on the sofa. Her skin was even colder. I shook her gently. No response. Dread was bubbling over now. I couldn’t leave Millie alone down here tonight. I glanced out of the window and it was pitch black was outside. I could see trick-or-treaters going from door to door. I drew my curtains. I wasn’t going to open my door now.

I lost track of how many times I checked the security monitors. I had all of the lights on in the house. There was something there. I could feel it. The house was strangely colder; the air was so thick and tense you could cut it with a knife. Dread was hanging like a chandelier, waiting to fall and rip me into tiny pieces.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I tried to ignore what sounded like the tap, dripping it’s little water droplets into the empty washing up bowl.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

I shuddered. The presence was there, and while all of the lights were on, I was too afraid to leave my spot and go into the next room.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Unable to take it, I grabbed the knife that lay next to me and inched my way to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” A voice demanded from behind me. I swivelled around, brandishing my knife in blind fear and stopped when I saw it was just Millie. I looked at the ground sheepishly.

“Sorry, I, um, was going to turn off the tap, it’s driving me mad,” I replied.

“It’s fine. Want me to come with you?” She asked sweetly.

“Sure. Let’s go back to back so no one can creep up on us.”

The kitchen was empty, which made relief wash over me. I turned off the tap and happened to glance out of the window and towards the inky sky. A full moon glowed and I was transfixed until something flew at the window and cracked it, causing Millie and I to gasp and dive to the floor. We ran back to the living room and I quickly noticed that the rest of the lights were off. All of them except the living room and the kitchen. Millie stole a worried glance at me and we both approached the monitors, not sure if we wanted to see what was going on. The rooms were dark, only showing the silhouettes of the furniture. A bright flashing light on one of the screens grabbed my attention. I watched in horror as slowly the light died and revealed a little girl, only about eight years old, and a boy, probably aged seventeen. They were back. Fear blossomed in my chest and I begun to find it very hard to breathe. The lights went out in the kitchen and in the living room, plunging us into darkness. Thunder clapped and lighting illuminated the room, making strange shadows paint the wall. Rain pounded the roof, the windows and the doors.

I hung onto Millie and Millie hung onto me, it was the only comfort we had. A blood curdling scream from somewhere outside pierced our bodies. I’m going to die. I’m going to die, I thought.

I. Am. Going. To. Die.

A laugh that was dripping with malice rung through the house. Millie was sobbing. It was all my fault. I should have lived alone and I would’ve been the only one to suffer. The note that I had received earlier in the day sprung back into my memory. I hope you know that 13 is an unlucky number.. I groaned and covered my ears, trying to block out the maddening laugh.

The lights snapped on and I couldn’t see Millie anywhere. Something hit the window. I looked up and it was her, her face white and filled with horror. Without pausing to think, I flung my door open and ran outside, the rain instantly attacking me and making my hair flatten against my head. She was gone. I tried to call out for her but the wind carried my voice away. I called until my voice was hoarse.

That’s when I spotted her. Sprawled over the concrete slabs and her blood pooling around her pale body. Her eyes were open but hollow. Her mouth hung open in an unflattering way, blood trickling out of it like a tiny stream.

She was gone.

A frustrated scream escaped my body and I dropped to my knees. A hand on my shoulder, firm and deathly cold. I tried to jerk away and failed.

“It’s not nice to find someone who you share a sisterly bond with dead is it, dear?” A deep whisper tickled my ear and made the hairs on my spine stand on end.

“N-no..” I was shivering uncontrollably now, terrified that I would freeze if something didn’t kill me first.

“It’s horrid, isn’t it?”

“Yes..”

“Oh, how I would love to hurt your grandma how she hurt me.”

“Why did she d-do what she did?”

“She was crazy. So I vowed to hunt her down as a ghost, as I wanted to unite with my sister. And for thirteen long years, we hunted her and just couldn’t kill her. It made us angrier. Then on October 31st, on the thirteenth year, she disappeared and was never seen again, and the charm broke. But, at this time, your mother was eight years old, and we instead moved to her, to anger your grandmother’s spirit and bring it to us. For thirteen years again, this didn’t work. But then you, my dear.. They do say third time is the charm, correct?”

I didn’t know what to say, what to do. They were going to kill me! I scampered to my feet and started for the house, not bothering to lock the door. The little girl appeared in front of me and punched me square in the stomach, causing me to double up in pain. Something curled around my throat, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Before I passed out, it dropped me and as I got up I felt four icy hands shove me down the stairs into the basement. I hit the stony floor and lay in a heap. A warm stream of blood slid down my cheeks and my vision was black at the edges.

Did I even dare to get up? I decided that I did and instantly regretted it. Before me stood the little ghost girl and the taller brother. They were shrouded in white smoke and their black eyes penetrated it.

“Come to uss..” They hissed in sing-song voices, beckoning.

I tried to back away, only to realise that my body was heavy and my moves were small and sluggish. Fear had me by the throat.

“You’re going to pay your grandmother’s debts,

Come and play with us!

Don’t bother backing away, you’ll only make small steps,

Why don’t you come to us..

We will take your soul today,

Then you WILL come to us!

Why don’t we take your spirit too, hooray!

Just make it easy and come to us!”

As the chant went on, I felt myself losing control and slowly walking towards them. I was entranced. I was so close. Too close. And as I reached out to touch them, my scream filled the air as a knife collided with my throat, sending my body plummeting towards the icy stone floor once again.

I blinked.

I sat up slowly, and the spirits grinned. I looked behind me and gasped. A body with a slashed throat lay below me, blood still spurting from it aggressively. A gasp. The body was.. me! I was full of rage and let out a monstrous cry, fire surrounding me. I looked down at myself to see that I was a pearly grey version of myself, but my core was pure black. The smug look on the ghost’s faces was quickly replaced with horror.

“Her soul is corrupted!” The boy cried. They vanished into thin air and I was left infuriated.

“I. Will. Find. You!” My screams filled the empty room, my only company being the flames that were incinerating my body. And just like that, I too vanished into thin air…

THE END

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