A Party I'll Never ForgetA Story by victoria.silvThis was an old vocabulary story from 6th grade“And…
Done!” My dress was on, my makeup was set. It was time to go to the Halloween
party. I walked downstairs and said goodbye to my parents. Just as I was about
to exit, I was told, “Please don’t instigate any trouble. Don’t grapple
with anyone at the party. Comply with the requests of the hosts. Don’t
be skittish, but don’t be too audacious either...” It seemed like
my mother went on about how I should act for hours. I was eighteen years old! I
knew how to act towards other people! After the lecture, I hopped into my car
and drove to the old abandoned mansion. Once I arrived, I entered the house.
To my left, I noticed that one of the hosts had placed a table with programs on
it. “Wow,” I thought to myself “there was an exact amount of time allotted
for each activity.” When I entered the main part of the building, I noticed
that not one wall was devoid
of decorations. I observed that one of my best friends was near the spiral
staircase. I strolled towards her, and asked if she would like to eat. She
stated, “I am a bit hungry.” Once in the kitchen, we each picked up a purple
plate. To our right, there was a buffet with a myriad of choices. I amassed a fair amount of food
and snacks on my dish, then parked myself next to her. We chatted about the
night’s activities, and discussed an unusual topic, ghosts. An odd topic, but I
didn’t question it. The first activity was an icebreaker. We learned the names
of everyone at the party and participated in a few trust exercises. The
attendees who performed the best were put into a separate group. The elite
group of people then competed in a series of “zany-brainy” activities. One of
the party hosts stepped onto the stairs and told us that we should do more of
the “brain activities.” In her perspective, they promote longevity.
Throughout the party I was perturbed
by a feeling of being watched. I figured it was not relevant to anything
at the party and shrugged it off, continuing to have fun with my friends. That
was until the unexpected happened… (Cue Beethoven’s 5th Symphony) The lights began to flicker, the
crowd grew silent, and footsteps were heard. After about five minutes, an
ear-splitting scream rang throughout the old building. Soon after, another
followed. A guest was grabbed and tethered to a chair. In unison, the other partygoers decided to leave. As we all headed towards the
door, it opened and slammed shut. While chaos broke out, my friend and I
decided to stay in one place. We drew a conclusion that the “Halloween Scares”
were, in fact, ghosts. We heard a voice instruct us to be quiet, or we
would never leave. The entire party grew so silent you
could hear a pin drop. Slowly, the door opened and we were permitted to escape.
“Those ghosts sure are willful!” I thought to myself. As I slid into my
car, I made a definite decision to never return to that house. Five years later, I still have not returned to the site of
that Halloween party. I have, however, experienced some unexplainable
happenings in my apartment. Those stories will be told another time. © 2015 victoria.silvAuthor's Note
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Added on March 18, 2015 Last Updated on March 18, 2015 Tags: halloween, vocabulary, school Authorvictoria.silvNJAboutI'm a young girl who is just emptying her thoughts and works onto this website ^.^ more..Writing
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