Freddie
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As Halloween comes closer and closer, the more and more people keep on asking what I am going to be. I simply reply that it is a surprise. Walking down the hall, everyone is getting into the spirit of all hallows eve. Heading towards my locker, the student activities committee are putting up Halloween decorations. Black outlines of cats on the walls and cobwebs on the ceiling from the lights. Hanging the cobwebs, Lana Miller accidentally drops some. It falls into my open hands as it comes down.
" Thanks Freddie." She says, as I hand it back to her.
" You're welcome." With a smile. Eventually getting to my locker, I look over to the girls who are clearly arguing. I don't want to get into this. I pull out my books and shove them into my backpack, zipping it up fastly.
" Benson." Sam yells.
" Oh no." I say to myself. Grabbing me by the arm and kicking my locker shut, she pulls me between Carly and her. I adjust my backpack on my shoulder.
" Please tell Carly that I do not need to wear a costume for Halloween." Sam says. I start to sulk.
" But please remember Freddie she was wearing a hand sanitizer hat for Halfoween." Carly spits out.I roll my eyes.
" Can I not be a part of this?" I ask.
" No!" The two yell in unison. They continue to argue. People pass by in sympathy towards me. I try to walk away, but they stop me, slamming me back against the lockers.
" Okay, okay!" I yell. They become silent. " Sam, if you don't dress up for Halloween no trick-or-treating for you, and no Halloween dance."
" Good for me, 'cause I don't want to go anyway."
" Joshua Kent is the hulk for Halloween." I croon. Sam sighs. She has had a crush on Josh for about a month now. Sam is, completely infatuated with him.
" You know my weaknesses too well Benson." Biting her lip, causing it to go two shades darker. I laugh knowing that I know her too well.
" Now if you excuse me, I'm skipping classes to get a costume." Sam says, then running off to the main doors of the school. We just let her go. Minutes lair the bell rings. Carly and I go off in different directions. Going to the third floor, I go to the lab for AP Chemistry. Opening the door and going to my spot, I sit next to my partner Timothy Murphy.
" How are you?" He asks.
" You know-"
" The girls getting to you?"
" I fear when they get their time of month." I say. He laughs.
" You need more guy friends."
" Have them, never get to hang with them."
" Why is that?"
" 'Cause Carly and Sam crave my attention, since they don't have someone to call their own." I say. That is when Mr. Harris comes in and starts class. I pull out my notebook and start taking notes. Twenty minutes later we are working on a concoction.
" So the lacrosse boys and I are going to the old house on Dean street on Halloween." Tim says.
" Isn't that place haunted." Adding a teaspoon of sodium to the mixture.
" Yes. That is why we are going."
" Why is that place haunted again?"
" Apparently old Miss Clarke was a witch, and when she caught Mister Clarke fornicating with one of the young maids. Reports surfaced that she killed him, but his body was never found."
" What happened to her?"
" Hung her on the front yard tree." He adds the nickel to the mixture and I turn on the fire. We sit and wait for the mixture to bubble to see what color it changes to. Tim takes notes.
" I think you should bring the girls." He says. I laugh.
" Yeah, like they want to go to a haunted house."
" But you do not need to tell them that it is haunted." He says.
" Benson! Murphy! Stop talking!" Mr Harris yells. We look down and the mixture is toppling over the glass and on to the desk. I turn off the fire and let it simmer down.
" And this is why we don't talk in class boys." He says.
" Yes Mr. Harris." Tim and I say in unison.
Carly
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I sit down in one of the desk cubbies in the library. Pulling out my notebook and textbook I start to work on my History paper for Thursday. Pulling up a blank document and putting in the usual beginnings of a paper, I easily become distracted by the thought of Halloween just around the corner. I am super excited! Halloween is always the best time of year; costumes, candy, scary stories! Oh gosh I love it with a burning fire passion inside of me.
Getting to the fourth paragraph, I notice a text from Freddie.
Wanna go to an abandoned house halloween? - F
Oh that sounds like fun.
Sure. Why not. Sounds like fun to me - C
Great! Sam back yet? - F
Nope. But knowing her she cannot make up her mind - C
What do u think she'll be? - F
Knowing her…ham. - C
Locking my phone, I turn it over and get back to my work. I can't get distracted anymore. Bad habit go quick and I find myself on the internet trying to find scary ghost stories to tell.
-0-
Back at the apartment I continue to watch 13 Nights of Halloween with Spencer. We got a pizza pie to eat and were both on the couch, reliving childhood memories.
" I love how we have this tradition between us." Spencer says.
" Yeah. All that is missing now is Sam and Freddie coming in between Halloween Town two and Halloween Town three." I joke. Fifteen minutes later the first Halloween Town ends. I go for my fourth slice of pizza.
" I smelled so I came in." I hear. Looking to the door, I watch Sam come in.
" Nice to see you too Sam." Spencer comments sarcastically. I laugh.
" Haha, nice joke." Sam retaliates. I roll my eyes. " Got any for me?" She asks.
" Got a meat lovers just in case." I say. " In the fridge." I add. Hearing Sam squeal in joy, her footsteps then go upstairs to the studio.
" In five, four, three, two-" Spencer says, pointing to the door.
" What is everyone up to?" Freddie asks entering in, shutting the door behind him. Doing his signature move with the hands in his pockets, he stands.
" Not a Shay tradition I will tell you that." I say.
" Love you too." Freddie says sarcastically.
" Where's Sam?"
" Upstairs."
" Great, I'm gonna tell her about Halloween night."
" Oh yeah, she's gonna love it!"
" Love what?" Spencer asks.
" We're going to go to the haunted house on Dean street." I reply.
" Didn't a group of teenagers die there in 1991?" Spencer asks.
" What?!" Freddie and I exclaim in unison. Spencer gets up from the couch, and goes to the computer. I get up and watch him type away. Pulling up an article from the Seattle Times, he starts to read it out loud:
" November second, nineteen ninety-four, five teenagers from Montgomery high school were found in the Clarke home on Dean Street between Five Avenue and Fourth. The juniors, Danielle Marra, James Rossen, Caroline Husted, Ava Kensington, and Michael Ferraro were found in the basement all scattered about as if they were thrown from a single source. A woman from the neighborhood was walking her dog in the area when her dog ran into the house and went on a so called 'frenzy' until he lead the owner down into the basement. No reports of a planned suicide, but there has been no events so far of a sixth person." Finishing the small paragraph. He swivels the chair to us. " You are not going." He adds.
" Why not?!" I yell.
" The same reason why dad didn't let me go trick-or-treating that year, it's safer inside than outside." He replies.
" You light everything on fire." Bluntly say back.
" In your room." He finishes.
" But,"
" No!"
" But!"
" No!" Little did I know, but Freddie ran up to the studio when Spencer started the argument. I start to do my puppy impersonation face.
" Not gonna work kiddo." He says. I just scream and run up to my room like I always do. Slamming the door and jumping into my bed, I now know that Halloween night is going to be harder than it looks.
