Bewitching Afright
Halloween Spooky Stories👻🎃
Writing Prompt 1#
“Jeje, the
lights went out.” says my little sister.
“Oh my gosh
you scared me!” I exclaimed, but clearly from her shaky voice, Joelene is just
as afraid as I am.
As I stretch
forth my hand to close the window, a noise catches our attention. A high-pitch
cry, a whimper like muffled sobs. Joelene and I exchange perplexed but
concerned looks. While nerves run wild in our minds, something in us wants to
find out source of that sound. It seems as though it’s coming from outside. For
what we know it doesn’t sound like human and we cannot make out what it is.
“Cmon Jeje, we
don’t believe in ghosts. Plus, this is this the first time the electricity got
cut since we moved here. What’s the worst that could happen?”
So, one
thing’s for sure, we decide to go outside to check out what it is. Being the
only sibling old enough to have a phone, I look for it to aid our sight in dark
outside. Groping in the dark is no easy feat and searching for my phone is harder
than I had thought. I could not recall where I last placed it. Finally, I find
did to my dismay of its battery level hanging on by 2%. You have got to be
kidding me. I thought these technological devices were to suppose to make our
lives easier. Joelene successfully finds a miniature hand-held torchlight. Not
ideal but a feasible alternative at hand, literally.
We unlock the
door hinges and head outside. In the quiet of the night, every jangle of the
key and turn of doorknobs sounds as though it could wake up the whole
neighbourhood. After all it is past 11pm. As we put on our shoes, one of
Joelene’s flashes of the torch on our door catches my eye. Fresh red smear
prints, glistening against the illumination. Blood stains. They look as if they
were scratches with red smudges on our wooden door. The dark disallowed me from
fully discerning my sister’s expression, but we sense the same thing, alarm.
Although
short, we make our journey towards the back of our house to check out the spot
outside where our kitchen resides. The wind blows strongly, whipping our hair
in our faces, cutting our vision into strips. Its cold rush makes our bodies shiver
with goosebumps as we press against its direction moving forward. Then we hear
soft thunders in the distance followed by streaks of lightning in the clouds as
if the whole sky were an electric circuit with a charged-up current. Thick
clouds filled the sky with its deep dark grey giving off an ominous effect in
the dark of the night.
As we approach
the side of our house, our gaze catches a shadow emerging on the wall of our
neighbour’s house. Our backs immediately stiffen up. I could feel Joelene
drawing herself closer to me, clenching my arm tensely. As it moves nearer and
grows bigger, our fright levels escalate to increasing heights. Then to our
relief, we see our neighbour.
“Ehyy Sarah
& Joelene! Oh, sorry to scare you at this time of the night.” said Asma in
reply to our clearly disturbed face expressions.
“My cats weren’t
eating just now so I’m accompanying them now. These cats of mine are just over
pampered.”
We respond
with laughs and giggles, but everything tenses up again upon hearing Asma’s
next words.
“By the way,
this is gonna sound strange, but I came across blood stains at my door. They
looked forcibly scratched with some smears. That’s super weird ‘cause I’ve
never seen them before, and they certainly aren’t from my cats.” Shudders run
down our spines. Could they be the same blood stains? Asma’s description fits
the exact same thing of what we had just seen.
After wishing
goodnight, Asma goes back to her business, and we are left alone once again. Who
knew making one’s way to the back of your house took such a long time with
fierce wind, shivering cold, bolting thunder and neighbour scares? With each
step we take, I realize that our torch fuse is strangely, gradually dimming.
All of a sudden, a bolt of thunder strikes. We yelp and jerk as an automatic
startled response. Its rumble reverberating through our very beings. Now the
torchlight’s fuse is completely wiped out. We are left with the gloominess of
the cloudy night to guide our sight. It hadn’t start raining yet, but something
is brewing.
Now, we stand
3 feet from our kitchen window and start inspecting our surroundings. Then, we
hear a thump. A thump. A thump, and another thump faster which each beat. We
perk up looking left and right. Our hearts getting up to our throats with each
thump. Two bright blue eyes appear staring at us right in our faces. A creature
scurries out in front of us, but all we can see is the swift movement of its
shadow. We squint our eyes trying to make out what it is and get prepare for
flight. Lo and behold it’s a dog!
We chuckle as
we look at each other in relief. Bundled nerves of frightful wariness are now
turned into relieved laughter. Slowly but surely, we approach it. We squat down,
lean forward and stretch out our hands with intentions of patting it, but it
pulls away in a distressed yelp.
“Awwww” we express
pitifully.
As it stands
still in front of us, I notice the fear in its blue eyes. We can only imagine
what that fella must’ve been through. We approach the poor doggie it in the
calmest manner of our knowledge and whisper reassuring tones of “It’s okay”,
“Come here”. Joelene manages to its pat its shoulder and soon its head. After
we gain its trust, we bring it into our house.
“Now we gotta
find you a place to sleep.” said Joelene. Just at the very end of her
statement, the lights come back on. Instant flashes blind our sight for a while,
followed by the clicks of electric circuits. We struggle to adjust our visions
to the bright change of scene.
Now we can
visibly see the adorable furry creature that caused us much distress. Medium
sized, brown coat with short fur, triangular ears hanging from the sides of its
head, a sharp snout with a moist little nose and its beaming blue eyes which we
saw earlier in the dark’s night. Then we notice how its nails are bleeding.
Droplets of blood on our white-tiled floor. He must’ve been scrambling from house-to-house,
scratching on doors, trying to seek refuge from an oncoming storm.
Another
thunder strikes. With tucked ears and tail, the terrified animal jumps onto the
couch. The very spot I was sitting at before the lights went out. Well, looks
like this dog knows how to make itself at home. We look at each other, shrug
and join the dog on the couch. As we give it pats of affection, its tail wags
and beats against the cushioned fabric. Thump, thump, thump! We exchange
glances and smile. Sigh what a night!
Written by,
Sarah Loh✨
Head of StudentInk
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