Jaleen was writing. She loved to write. It was Halloween night. It was late and she was typing furiously, working away, happily. All of the cute trick or treaters were long gone and she had turned out her front porch light. She was debating on wether to take a break, eat a snack or keep on writing, when she heard a bump. A soft bump. It came from the front of the house. It sounded like someone had thumped their fist on the wall. A bump. Very strange. Not very loud but, loud enough to get her attention. Of course, the house was very quiet. She liked quiet when she was writing. She knew that what she had heard was not normal.
She shivered. Halloween jitters. She knew well the familiar sounds of her old house. She had lived there for over ten years. It did settle and it made creaking and cracking noises occasionally but, never a bump. A bump? Hmm. She yawned and stretched. She got up and looked out of her front window. All black, dark and now, silent. The front yard was totally empty. She decided to ignore the sound. She had work to do. The bump was soon forgotten, as she delved back into writing her short story.
Bump. There it was again! A bit louder and she was now creeped out to the max, goose bumps on her arms and her mind was trying to tell her that she had not heard that. She summoned up much courage and went back to her front window. She clicked on the front porch light and saw absolutely nothing. The bump seemed to come from her front door this time. There was nothing there. What the heck was going on? She sighed, turned out the front porch light and went back to writing. All was again silent.
Jaleen’s stomach growled and she decided to take a break. She was on her way to the kitchen to get something to eat. Bump. It was very loud and Jaleen let out a scream. She froze. That sound was not normal. Her senses screamed out that something was very wrong. She ran to the front door, clicked on the front porch light and looked out. There was a small shape at her front door. An object. It looked orange. It was still and she could not quite make out just what it was. It was very close to her front door. Down low.
Jaleen had had quite enough. She flung her front door open and was greeted by the sight of a pumpkin. It was large, round and perfect. She stared at it for a minute. Seemed someone had left her a harmless Halloween present. She wondered who would do such a thing. This had to be Halloween prank. Well, it was not funny. Not one bit. She leaned out to grab the pumpkin and a voice said “Your head for this.” Out of the darkness, a shape stepped out of the shadows and it was clothed all in black. It had no head. Jaleen froze.
“I need a head.” the headless form stated. Jaleen screamed and slammed the door. Mad laughing came from the other side of the closed door. Jaleen rushed to her phone and dialed 911 quickly. She told the operator that a man was threatening her and they needed to come quickly. In five minutes, the police arrived. Her doorbell rang and Jaleen saw through the window that it was indeed the police. When she opened her front door, she saw the large butcher knife stuck in her door. The pumpkin was gone. The police removed the knife and showed her a note impaled by the knife. It said “Keep your head. I’ll find more.” Jaleen fainted. When she woke up, she was surrounded by police. They had no explanation for what happened. They thought it may be a Halloween prank. Jaleen told the police that the man had no head. They had the nerve to laugh. She will never forget that. After the police left and Jaleen had locked up the house for the night, she sighed. “Do I dare finish the story?” She wondered aloud. She didn’t.
Happy Halloween and thank you for reading.