Three Times the Scream
Author's note: I had to wright this for class. It was to write a Halloween story. So sorry if it's choppy, but... Show full author's note »
EpilogueTwelve years later...
“Mom? Where are we going?” Sally wines from the back seat. “I wanna go trick-or-treating.”
“All I want to do is drop this off and then you can go.” I look back at her in the mirror to see her sticking her tongue out at me. “Watch it, or you won't go at all.”
She sighs and goes back to playing her DS. I park the car and wave at Sally to get out and follow me.
“Why are we here?” She looks around with fear in her eyes. “This is scaring me.” She reaches you for my hand.
“Its okay, no one is going to hurt you.” We walk farther into the cemetery. I stop when I see it.
“Who are they?” Sally squeezes my hand harder. I feel her eyes drift from the grave stones to me.
“Lets just say I've met them.” I gently lay a red rose on each one, and for a split second I see the three of them standing there looking down at the ground before they are swiped away by the wind.
“How could you have met them if they've been dead for 245 years.” She's shocked. “How old are you really?”
I laugh. “I went here to school when I met them. I wasn't there with them.” I take her hand and we head toward the car.
“Then how did you?” She's really confused now.
“Its a rather long and frighting story.” I open her door and she climbs in.
“Tell me it.” A smile appears across her lips. I shut her door and get in the car.
“Maybe when you're older.” Her smiles disappears and she crosses her arms.
“I'm 8. I think I can handle it.”
I sigh.“Okay, but don't come to me at night when you have a nightmare, or your father.” Sally smiles and claps her hands.
“Okay. It was a warm fall evening when my mother took me to the St. Johnson college.” I begin the story has we drive home.