'This is Halloween, this is Halloween!' I listened to on my iPod. I was listening to the screamo version of it. I liked it better than the original, but I was still fond of it. It was the night before Halloween and I was on my bed and thinking of how I was going to be alone this year. I wasn't sure if my cousin Kelsey was coming, but I prayed every night that she did. She was my best and only friend I had. I think that she was going to be a vampire, but I also think that she was going to be a devil. I didn't really know. I knew that I was going to be corpse bride. I was extremely skinny. My arms were like bones and my waist was so thin that you could wrap your hands around it with no trouble. My hair was blonde and it reached my shoulder blades. My eyes were a perfect dark blue with a black ring around them. My hands were long and thin and I was almost 5'6. I was a huge fan of Tim Burton and had posters of his creations everywhere, especially Jack Skellington. My name is Brittney, and I loved Halloween, and was extremely in love with Jack. I have watched almost every scary and gory movie there is to be seen. Practically nothing scared me.

I looked down at my costume that was hanging over my chair and thought that I would put it on one last time before I went to bed. I jumped off my bunk and reached for it. I put it on and it squeezed around my waist. My grandma had adjusted it and made it longer, along with the veil. She also made it to where the ribs looked real too. I put the shoes on and covered my face with the veil and spun around. I looked just like her. I then changed back into my pajamas and climbed back into bed. Then a rustling of leaves swept against the outside of my house. I leaned over and saw 3 teenagers outside in the street. 'Hmmm, I wonder.' I thought. I forgot about it and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I was so exited about Halloween that I practically squealed when I woke up. I was planning on going to the graveyard all alone to dance, since I did balae and a little chorus. I always did go to the graveyard to be alone and sit on the stones to think and imagine what Halloween town would be like. I got out of bed and ran downstairs to see my little annoying brother already at it with the video games. I sighed with frustration. "You haven't eaten breakfast yet and you're playing a game? Are you trying to starve your self?" I asked the little 8 year old. "Don't worry, I wont starve my self like you do." He snickered. "I do not starve my self! I eat really good and, oh well, what's the point anyway?" I sighed another agitated sigh, only to have my mom come down and not even say good morning. In fact, the first thing she said was "Take out the trash!" it was only half full, but she just wanted me out of her sight. I tied up the trash and slammed the door in anger. The trash can was waiting outside, ready for my daily routine. I slammed the trash in it and threw the lid on. I pulled my hair back and saw the same 3 kids across the street, spying on me. I felt a confused, yet concerned look across my face head and then walked away to the house.

Night time finally came and I was putting my dress on. My hair was already long enough to be corpse brides hair, so all I had to do was spray it with blue paint. I was an artist and painted all the time, so I painted the thing on my cheek like corpse bride and it turned out to look real. My arm and leg weren't bones, so I improvised and just painted them blue, the same color as the bride in the movie. Just a little face make up was added and I put the veil over my head. I looked exactly like corpse bride! I could even pass as a real corpse! The roses also looked real too and I grabbed them and posed like a real bride. "Time for the grave yard." I said to my self and strutted down the stairs. "Mom I'm leaving now!"

"Whatever!" she yelled back heartlessly from her room. I sighed a sad sigh and looked down at my feet. I was only 17 years old and still wanted to have a little love from my mom. I opened the door and slumped out the door way. My walk to the grave yard was slow and sad as I continued to think how my life was so miserable. Little children stopped by to admire my costume, but I paid no attention to them. I then saw the same 3 kids again and then I turned around. I rushed faster to the graveyard and finally opened the gates. The moon lit my skin and veil. I sat down next to a tombstone and started to cry. 'Why do they all hate me? What did I do?' I kept thinking to myself. "Why don't you exist Jack?! Why do you torture me god?!" I shouted at the moon. I sobbed until I thought of the piano. I remember me learning to play the old piano up in our attic while everyone was gone. The music played in my head and I got to wipe my tears. I smiled a small smile and started to glide gracefully through the graves and twirled. My long dress flowed in the chilling wind, but I didn't notice the cold. I spun gracefully and danced around the graves. Then I heard a loud noise that came from a tombstone. It was a giant angel holding a book that was looking towards heaven. A door seemed to be opened and it reminded me of the one I saw in The Nightmare before Christmas. I slowly crept towards it and leaned my hands on the side. I looked in closer. "Hello?" I called. No answer. Then I felt a hard push on my back and tumbled down into darkness. I let out a loud scream and then finally landed with a loud Whack! I picked my self up and held my head. A painful moan rumbled in my throat, and then I started to hear a very familiar tune…