Haloween, a poem

Children laughing walking across the street
I pull my jacket close
looking at the frigthening decorations, I hesitate
I am five years old
my princess wand clutched between my trembling fingers
my knees knock together and I feel tears stream down my face
I walk up the steps and slowly extend my hand to the bowl of candy
Suddenly I hear the roar of a chainsaw
I scream and rush down the steps and come tumbling down at the bottom
I bury my head in my hands
I see a man, tall and bulky, wearing a hockey mask and yelling at me
he lifts the chainsaw into the air, then SLASH!
I scream, cold metal on my arm
laughter
I peer up
People
Laughing
Laughing at me




THE END



So this actually happened to me when I was five, and it was really scary, the chainsaw had no chains and it was like harmless, and I actually knew the people, but they always had a really scary haunted house so me and my friends would always try to go up to it without getting scared