Trick or scream

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At long last, the boy broke his gaze away from her. He turned his heads towards the kitchen, and asked a question that made Leyla want to scream at the top of her lungs...

Submitted: October 30, 2007

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Thenight was brisk, yet inviting, with a full moon radiating upon the entire land of Plaza Central. It was the 31st of October, better known as Halloween, a day that countless kids had anticipated for weeks. The streets were chock-full of trick-or-treaters, all eager to fill their bags to the rim with candy. It was difficult not to smile and feel cheerful as laughter continuously filled the air.

Leyla and her best friend, Isabel, raced elatedly down

Main Street

. Laughter escaped their lips as they swung their bags, which both carried a great amount of candy.

"Oh gosh, don't you just love Halloween?" Leyla exclaimed, dancing around in joy. "It's just so... I can't even describe it!"

Isabel did a dance of her own as a sign of agreement. "Definitely! And look at our bags. Have you ever seen so much candy in your entire life?"

"Pft, heck no. We only got a quarter of this last year and we're only half-way done. People are obviously feeling pretty generous this year," Leyla observed, munching on a chocolate at the same time.

"Come on, let's not waste any more time," Isabel said quickly. "That hyper group of kids is passing us and you know how much candy they like to take."

Leyla nodded and the pair ran past the group of 'attention-seeking' kids, who were carelessly picking their noses and laughing hysterically at this astounding feat. It was obvious that they were on the path to a very bright social life.

"What houses haven't we visited yet?" questioned Leyla, staring at the different homes that were all brightly lit and lavishly decorated.

"Hmmmm, that one over there!" said Isabel, pointing out a large mansion that had a line trailing down the road and disappearing past their sigh.

As the two walked over to the immense line, Leyla asked curiously, "What's the deal with this house?"

Another trick-or-treater who had overheard them replied, "The owner of that house is like the richest person in a six-mile radius! He gives out candy by the boxes!"

"By the boxes?" Isabel whispered with utter delight. "Leyla, we've got to get in that line right now!"

Leyla turned back towards the house, which already looked miniscule from where they were standing. "Are you sure about this? I don't want to waste all our time at just one house."

"Oh, Leyla, trust me!" Isabel exclaimed as she patted her friend's shoulder rather vigorously. "It'll totally be worth it."

Isabel should have thought more carefully before she made promises like that to her friend. Twenty minutes had passed by and it seemed like they had barely made any progress in the line. Leyla was beginning to grow impatient, and she detected that her friend was as well. Not wanting to take any more of this, Leyla finally spoke up.

"Isabel, let's just go. We've already got enough candy," she said with a sigh, peering down at her overloaded bag of sweets.

Isabel shook her head in frustration. "We can't, Leyla, it's too much candy to leave behind! Besides, this is our last house!"

"Isabel, we alre-"

"Please, Leyla, I beg you!" Isabel interrupted, falling to her knees and staring at her friend with pleading eyes.

Leyla was getting desperate. She knew there was at least a good hour left before they would actually manage to get any candy, and by then it would already be late and her parents would start to get worried.

There just has to be another house we haven't visited, she thought to herself desperately. I'm sure of it!

With sweat trickling down her forehead, she gazed at the long lines of houses that ran down the busy street. She observed each house carefully, drawing an imaginary checkmark beside each one that she had visited. As she surveyed the striking stucco house painted in dark mahogany red, she noticed with surprise that she had completely skipped the house to its left. For some odd reason, it was completely surrounded in darkness and there wasn't a single decoration to be found. No wonder she hadn't even seen it at first; it looked almost invisible. Even though the house appeared entirely uninviting, Leyla knew she didn't have a choice.

"What about that house over there?" she exclaimed with noticeably fake enthusiasm. "It looks so... welcoming! Plus, there aren't any lines."

Isabel swiveled her head towards the house for a moment and then slowly turned back to face Leyla. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Oh, come on, we mustn't be so picky!" Leyla remarked, stepping out of the line and quickly grabbing on to Isabel's arm. "Let's be respectful and say hi to the kind soul living in that house."

"Leyla, are you sure that the chocolate you ate earlier wasn't spiked with Cuckoo-Juice?" Isabel said in a shrill tone. "I mean, look at that house! It's obviously inhabited by some old crazy psycho. That would most likely explain why no one seems to be anywhere near thirty feet of it!"

"Yeah, but look at the other houses. Pretty quiet, don't you think? Everyone's at that huge mansion over there," Leyla smartly noted.

Isabel sighed, realizing she had lost this battle. She turned back at the mansion one last time, dreaming of all the candy she could have gotten if she had waited just a bit longer. Okay, a lot longer

"I wonder who lives in here," Leyla softly questioned, approaching the sinister house with a bit of caution.

"Obviously some nutso!" Isabel exclaimed irritably.

"Well, it's time to find out," said Leyla, taking in a deep breath and running up the steps. She pressed the doorbell, leaving an imprint on the thick layer of dust. It didn't seem like there was any tune playing inside the house, so she pressed the doorbell once more.

Isabel was beginning to get worried. "Okay, the guy living in that house obviously doesn't want to be disturbed, so I think we-"

But before she could finish, the door unbolted itself and slowly opened with a piercing creak. It revealed a long hallway, drowned in gloomy shadows.

"T-t-trick-or-t-treat!" Leyla stuttered, her body frozen in fear.

A gust of wind suddenly encircled the friends, forcing them with a huge amount of strength towards the door. "What's happening?!" Isabel shrieked, desperately trying to catch sight of her friend as a huge flying pile of leaves blinded her.

"AAAAAH! HELP ME!" Leyla screeched, feeling her feet being dragged against the hardwood flooring of the house.

Isabel flew in seconds later and the door abruptly closed behind them with a loud bang. The two were left sitting on the grimy floor, panting and frantically gazing around their dark surroundings.

Leyla whimpered, tears gathering in her eyes. "I-Isabel?" she whispered, desperately hoping her friend would answer.

Thankfully, she did. "I'm here, Leyla," she murmured. "Oh my gosh, where are we?"

A hushed voice spoke from behind them. "You're in my house is where you are!"

An old light bulb that hung above the two friends suddenly turned on, weakly illuminating the area.

Leyla scrambled around to spot the source of the voice and rapidly made out the hazy shape of a man standing five feet from her.

"My goodness, it's been twenty-two years," the man whispered, his eyes wide with astonishment. The bizarre guy looked terribly unkempt. He was dressed in a battered, brown robe, and his hair was matted with dirt and sweat.

"Please, mister, just let us go and we'll never tell anyone about this!" Isabel cried, backing up into a corner.

The man shook his head, muttering to himself. "Incredible, I tell you."

Leyla had a feeling that this kid didn't mean them any harm. In fact, he looked more stunned then they did about this whole ordeal. So, she decided that she would try to get her friend and herself out of this idiotic situation.

"Hi, my name's Leyla," she said nervously, awkwardly sticking out her hand.

He peered up, examining her face with bewilderment. "Hello. Leyla is a lovely name." He kept his hand to himself, however.

Leyla stood silent for a moment, desperately thinking of something to say. Finally, she added, "How's it going?"

"Fine," he replied, his body remaining motionless.

Isabel slowly stood up from the corner, tiptoeing towards the door. "Leyla!" she hissed. "We have to get out of here now!"

Leyla swiftly turned her head back and mouthed 'NO' with a cold glare. Isabel returned the glare but stopped anyways.

"Would you two like some hot cocoa?" the man unexpectedly asked, motioning them towards the kitchen.

Leyla was taken aback by this kind request, but nevertheless, she nodded. "We would love some. Isn't that right, Isabel?"

She nodded sweetly. As the man turned towards the kitchen with a bit of excitement in his step, Isabel blew her tongue at Leyla and hissed, "Next year, you can forget about trick-or-treating with me!"

As Isabel stomped away, Leyla began fuming with anger. Urgh, does she have to be so rude?! What a stuck-up brat!

She shuffled towards the kitchen as well, which was illuminated by another light bulb dangling above the plastic kitchen table.

"I hope you two don't mind that I don't have any candies to hand out this year," the man said fretfully, taking out a can of powered cocoa from a cupboard. "Unless you'd like some twelve-year-old Milk Chocolate candy bars, of course"

"We're fine, Mr..." Isabel trailed off, arching an eyebrow.

For a moment, it seemed like the man didn't know how to respond. Finally, he answered with, "Just call me Mister."

"Alrighty then..." muttered Isabel, secretly displaying an expression of disbelief.

As Mister continued to make some cocoa for them, Leyla walked around the living room, examining the numerous dusty portraits that hung on the walls. They were oddly all pictures of young, cheerful kids, with bags of candies in their hands. Her interest piqued, Leyla stepped more closely towards a portrait with a girl grinning from ear to ear.

What she witnessed at that moment was horribly disturbing. The girl’s eye twitched with movement and its face was suddenly filled with fear. She stared with horror as it mouthed the words 'HELP ME', before suddenly returning to its cheery grin.

Leyla could feel the hairs on her neck stand with fear. "Isabel!" she cried, running towards the kitchen.

Before she could reach her friend, she ran right into Mister, causing her to fall on her back. He loomed over her, with a steaming mug of hot chocolate in his hands.

"Drink, precious girl," he whispered with a smile. "Drink..."

Not knowing what else to do, Leyla gulped down the hot chocolate that the man poured down her throat. She felt a bizarre tingling feeling run through her arms and legs, and soon, her eyes forced themselves to close into a deep slumber.

***************

Why is everything so... dusty?

A sudden ring from the doorbell made Leyla alert. She tried to widen her eyes, but they refused. In fact, her entire body felt... stuck.

Leyla could sense a horrible feeling of panic invade her mind. She desperately tried to move her arms, but they wouldn't give in. The only thing she could see was the shadowy living room that she had just been in a minute ago.

She could also see the door, which at that very moment swung open. Seconds later, three kids were on the floor, and the door shut deafeningly.

Her eyes moved frenetically, trying to distinguish who these kids were. She prayed that they would be able to aid her. She tried once more to let out a yell of help, but her body wouldn't allow it.

Without warning, Mister appeared at the top of the stairway. The man gradually descended the creaky stairs and welcomed the three kids. The discussion was muffled and Leyla strained her ears to hear what they were saying, but to her avail, not a single word could be perceived.

A few minutes later, the group of young kids and Mister moved over to the kitchen, where he opened his cupboard and took out that same can of powered coca that he had used to make the hot chocolate for her and Isabel.

Isabel! Leyla suddenly thought with panic. Oh gosh, I hope she's all right!

All of a sudden, a boy walked over to her. He eyed her with a peculiar expression and continued to stare for at least a minute. She desperately attempted to mouth the words 'HELP ME', just like that portrait of a girl had, but her muscles remained firmly in place.

At long last, the boy broke his gaze away from her. He turned his heads towards the kitchen, and asked a question that made Leyla want to scream at the top of her lungs.

"Wow, Mister, did you paint this portrait? It looks amazingly real!"

The End

 


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