Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Who's Afraid of Ghosts?

Although I am not considered a skittish person, I enjoy a good fright. So when Halloween comes rolling around, I tend to spook myself out a bit. For example, the other day a friend of mine told me this horrible story about a man who hung himself from his balcony, and no one realized that he wasn't a Halloween decoration until a few days later. Even though I would be terrified to experience something that awful, every Halloween I dream of finding something eerie. This year I happened to get lucky.

It was a rainy day at school and my friends and I were sitting at the end of the hall waiting to go home. One by one they left. Under unusual circumstances I was forced to stay at school until 6 o'clock at least. Although no one had noticed by 6:30 I was still waiting inside, all the faculty and custodians had gone home. The rain was still pouring and I was beginning to get a little freaked out. By 7 I realized that not only had everyone gone, but they had also locked me inside. I called my dad frantically to ask where he was but his phone went straight to voicemail, as did my mom's and brother's.

So there I was, alone in a huge empty building, terrified of setting off alarms and going out into the pouring rain without an umbrella or warm clothes. At around 7:30 I thought I heard scuffling upstairs. I ignored it and thought "Zoe, you're just trying to wig yourself out," but within five minutes I began to hear pounding on the walls around me. Terrified, I shot up from my seat and started running towards the door, to my horror I wasn't the only one running.

I burst out the door, and looked across the street for a place to hide. Panicked, I saw a girl in the doorway of the church, wearing a bloody smock with a menacing look on her face. Her transparency was luminous, and I could not stop looking at her. It was as though she had some huge magnetic energy that held me still. We stared at each other for a moment, and then she started mouthing something. I squinted but could not figure out what she was trying to say. As I tried to read her lips, her body started contorting and convulsing. My eyes dilated and I held my hand over my mouth in shock. I continued to watch the girl spin out of control when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I screamed at the top of my lungs. It was my dad, he had finally arrived. He shook me and asked if I was alright. I looked across the street but the girl had vanished. My dad began to stroke my hair and walk me to his car. I was silent the whole way home, and to this day I have never found out who the girl was and what she was trying to tell me.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Hero Haiku

One day I saw her
She was eating strawberries
Holding baby teeth

Night, she flies around
Looking for places to see
Where does she go next?

My hero Toothie
She’s so nice and generous
I hope she’s happy.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Sinister Captain Hook

In my previous post, I introduced all of you to my hero, the tooth fairy. But now I would like to introduce you all to a rather frightenting villain by the name of "Hook", well, Captain Hook.

I am particularly frightened by this man because he terrorizes fairies, whom I love. When poor little tinkerbell was held in the clutches of Captain Hook, she put on a brave face. But had Peter Pan been unable to save her, who knows what he would have done?

Despite all of this, when I was little I was absolutely obsessed with the story of Peter Pan. I played "The Lost 'Girls'" with my friends, tried to convince my teachers that I had no shadow, and occasionally would have terrible nightmares about how the evil Captain would scrape his hook up against my window and snatch me from my bedside.

I would toss and turn in my sleep because I had dreamt that he had tied me up, and I had attempted to wriggle myself free. I still fear him quite a bit, but I have yet to have a nightmare as terrifying as the ones he haunted me in, in a very long time. Nontheless, he is still a villain, a menace to Neverland, and a cold heart.