Halloween: A Fictional Narrative

"Did you see that guy? He gave me a grimy look! You know, this is why I hate Halloween.“ a boy informed some folks “Calm down, Brandon. Just ignore it,“ one of his friends suggested to him. “It's honesty not that vital,“ another one of his friend told him. Brandon exclaims,“ I don't know why you guys like Halloween anyway. It's becoming old. Tom, why can't you just read and study instead of going around the neighborhood instead of going with me?“ “I like Halloween. It’s fascinating isn't it, Jerry?“ Tom asked.
“It sure is!“ Jerry exclaims. Then, they kept talking until… “Hey, where are we?“ Brandon says. “I don't know, but I see a house nearby. We can ask for directions,“ Tom told them. They rushed to the front porch of the house. “It …show more content…
“Right here, guys,” Tom frighteningly told them. “What happened?” Brandon says. “Something touched me! On my neck! Its hands were so cold! Luckily, I swiped it, but turned off the flashlight while doing that. It must've opened again when the flashlight hit the ground,” explained Tom. “Let’s try to find another way out,” suggested Jerry. Looking around, they arrived to a room. “Is that a stove? It looks pretty old,” Tom investigated. “Its… warm. The stove was probably used until now,” Exclaimed Jerry. “But who would live in this old scrap?” Brandon asked. They found a staircase leading upstairs. “You can advance first,” Tom told Brandon. “Why?” Brandon asked suspiciously. “I reckon you’re the bravest,” Jerry laughed. Brandon proceeded to first. They soon arrived to a hallway. It was dusty and filled with cobwebs. “Whoever cleaned this place did an extraordinary amount of effort on this place,” Brandon murmured sarcastically. “Which door should we choose?” Jerry asked. “Lets pick this one,” Tom pointed to a door which some of the wood was peeling off. Looking around, Brandon asks,”This looks like…, a playroom. You know, like when children play around with a plentiful of …show more content…
Mysteriously, the lights came back on, but someone was missing in their group. “Um, where’s Jerry?” asked Brandon to Tom. “I...I don’t know,” Tom answered. Brandon sensed Tom’s answer wasn’t true because of his tone, but played along. “We should find Jerry. Wasn’t Jerry the one who played the jukebox?” Brandon asked. Looking around, they realized the jukebox was gone as well. They arrived back to the hallway. “Let's proceed to this room,” Brandon suggested. He opened the door and felt the ground give away. He was falling, but swiftly was grabbed by the last moment from a mysterious old man. Gasping, Brandon asked,”Who are you? You’re quite diminutive for a grown man,” Brandon saw the old man’s gaze and he didn’t feel right. His gaze looked unreal. The old man’s size wasn’t right either. It’s almost like he’s the same height someone he knows. “I’m Baron. I live here by myself,” the old man answered in a raspy voice. “Can you lead us out?” Brandon asked in a frightened voice. The old man didn’t respond. “Hello?” shrieked Brandon. “Yes, I’ll lead you out. Beware, there’s loads of traps set up,” he finally answered. Walking around, Brandon trips over something. Suddenly, the flashlight turns