All Hallows with Eve
Shawn looked at Gus and struggled for words, "You do it".
Gus went wide-eyed for a second, "why do I have to"?
"It was your idea," Shawn reasoned.
"No, I wanted to go trick or treating in that old cul-de-sac. They give out full size candy, but you said it would be more fun to go to a REAL haunted house on Halloween. Well, here we are…so you go in first," Gus said.
"Well, could you blame me? All those fake haunted houses are lame. You can hear the footsteps of those people who jump out at you from miles away! And the fake blood always dries up really easily so there's nothing to really get scared of. But this…this is the real deal. A genuine haunted house," Shawn beamed.
"Why's it haunted?" Gus asked.
"This little girl, Molly Fletchers, lived here when she was alive. One day, her dad snapped and killed her mom, and locked Molly in a room with the corpse. He took the knife to himself over the guilt, but no one ever knew anything had happened until a few years ago when they finally searched the house. So, nobody ever let Molly out of the house…she was stuck in that little room forever. They say you can still hear her little arm, tapping on the wooden door. Pleading for someone to open it and release her from the room," Shawn said quietly.
"Wow," Gus said shakily.
"Yeah…If you believe that," Shawn said calmly.
"I thought you said this place was 'genuine'," Gus reminded.
"I never said I didn't believe the story," Shawn reasoned.
Just then, a shadow scurried past the old window above the door.
"What was that?" Gus asked.
"N-Nothing," Shawn said, "Just a spider probably".
"A human sized spider?" Gus asked sarcastically.
"Maybe it's Spiderman," Shawn suggested.
Shawn and Gus heard a tiny giggle accompanied by a series of loud taps on what sounded like a door.
"RUN!!!!!" Shawn yelled hurrying off the porch.
Gus stood motionless for a second and then joined Shawn in the frenzy of running.
The old house stood, as if smirking over another triumph with nosy trick-or-treaters looking to disturb the resting place of its beloved Molly.
A figure stepped through the icy mist and towards the silent garden of graves and pumpkins carved like faces. A body hung lifelessly in the trees alongside a fluttering figure of a ghost.
The shrouded woman laughed at the scene and continued her steps, as she approached the old wooden door she removed her hood. The figure's red curls nearly burst from the hood, complementing her hazel eyes and pale complexion. Blood red lips curled into a sinister smile as she rang the door bell with her long nails.
"Just a sec, all right? Tiff? Is that you?" A voice could be heard "Did you find out if Serena's coming or not? Seriously, if I have to hear Serena complaining about that stupid test we took in Marshall's class I'll stab myself"!
The door swung open and the red-headed figure held a gleaming knife above her head and shouted, "Allow ME"!
The person on the other end of the door screamed in terror, "Oh my God-Wait- Eve? Ugh! I told you to stop playing these stupid pranks"!
The figure giggled, "Convincing, huh"?
'Very, what are you supposed to be?" The girl asked.
"I'm a ghost looking for revenge!" Eve said pointing towards her stomach.
Eve wore a long, white shroud with rips all over the fabric, and half of a plastic knife protruded from her stomach, with a red stain surrounding it.
The red liquid ran down in a trail down the whole dress, which ended where Eve's feet began.
"Spooky," The other girl said.
"And you? What are you supposed to be, Betty?" Eve asked walking into the house, "A beacon of evil, representing what's wrong with how women think in today's society? Expressing the blind belief of happy endings and exposing the true form of depression and rage"?
"No…I'm a princess," Betty smiled showing off her pale gold dress which hung slightly off her shoulders and matched her long blonde hair, piled high to accentuate her tiara.
"Same thing," Eve chimed.
"Whatever, you're way too cynical for my taste, Evie. I might just have to cut you loose from my group," Betty winked.
"Oh please, I'll do anything you say my queen!" Eve said dropping to her knees and pulling on Betty's gown in a show of dramatic teasing.
"That's princess to you, peasant! Now did you bring my tray of royal dough and meats or did you forget?' Betty asked.
Eve got up from her knees and returned to her normal voice, "Yeah, I got the pepperoni pizzas. They're in my car".
"Okay," Betty began as the doorbell rang, "Hurry up"!
The party raged on as princes, vampires, witches, and zombies danced together in a swarm.
Betty stood talking to a group of people, laughing her head off and gasping for breath, "I think someone spiked the punch…A-Awesome…hahahaha"!
Betty looked over and saw Eve lying down on the couch; her head slumped against the arm rest.
"Looks like Evie had a little bit too much! Either that or she's a big wimp and can't handle her liquor! She's like totally passed out, I can't wait to taunt her about this!" Betty smiled.
"How are you going to get her home?" someone asked.
"She's spending the night here. Besides, I can't wait to throw around pots and pans tomorrow to get on her nerves!" Betty said taking another sip.
The people gathered in their costumes, dancing the night away.
But no one happened to noticed that instead of one knife sticking out of eve's stomach…there were now two.