Mascarade

This story is another small idea for a scary, haunted mascarade party story!

The dancing and music filled the heroic air on the day of Halloween, 1892. It was the Mascarade Bash- full of unknown identities swirving across the polished, mansion floor. The red curtains swayed along with the light whistle of the breeze. The ballroom floor gleamed under the visitor's feet and the moon shined upon this dark, dark evening.

In a small corner, unnoticed toddlers with unknown faces gathered in a tight circle clutching eachother's small hands. Their black, beady eyes gleamed in the light of the moon. Only one melody escaped from their tiny mouths: "Ring around the Rosie, Pockets full of Posie, ashes, ashes, we all... fall... DOWN." Suddenly the lights flickered when the toddlers sang their last words. The owner of the home dropped dead on the carpet, spilling a glass of dark, red wine. The people gasped in fright and screamed in uneasy breaths. The lights of the mansion were on a rythm of flickering on and off. The air was full of screams of fright when suddenly... everything went black.

 

~100 years later~

 

One day, a group of teens strolled by the old, wicked mansion in the city of Secrets. The unbelievable "myth" of the old-time mascarade hit their thoughts while walking by. Silence.

"Pish! Guys, it's not true!" one of them exclaimed to the others in an unsure tone knowing they all were thinking the same thing.

"Well, if your so confident, then why don't you drop by and take a little visit?" another asked in an angry voice.

"Fine, but your comin, too. Make sure you bring a towel to whipe up your pants after your scared to death! Just don't spray on me while your running out of the place!"

So, the two of them jogged inside the old mansion. Their eyes skimmed the walls to find cobwebs hidden in the corners. They both shuddered at the sight of walking on dust and rats. One looked at the other and said "See man, I told you it wasn't so bad!"

All of the sudden, a small peep of music sounded in the dark corner ahead. Both teens spun around. The music started out faded but crept closer every melody. The words were finally made out. "Ring around the Rosie, pockets full of Posie, ashes, ashes we all... fall DOWN!" The boys heard a shattered spill of a glass across the room. Out of no where screams and gasps filled the dusty air. They both jumped- horror stricken. A cold sliver made it's way down their spines. Sprinting out of the mansion toward the police station down the street, they were gasping. They bursted through the doors of the station.

"WE....W...WE SAW AND W...W...WE HEARD...THE...THE..."

"Well, spit it out boys!" a local officer exclaimed.

"Mascarade MANSION!" they finally screamed.

"Wait just a darn second, the mascarade mansion?" the officer asked confused.

"Y...ya!"

"But that can't be..." they could tell the man was deep in thought.

"But... that mansion burned down years ago... 100 today. Look boys, I'll even show you." The man led them in direction to the window. He opened the curtains to reveal an empty ground covered in dark ashes.

 

Author's Note

Excuse my horrid spelling... ha.

Reviews

[Bella]

I thought this was wonderful.