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Sh a do w o f Dea t h
A Th r il l ing Da y
By: Ja k e Go l dber g ,, Gr a de 8
By Al exa Sh a l o ng o ,

Gr a de Eig h t Twas the night of Halloween, cold and dark, with the sound of football in the air.

Tackles, touchdowns, turnovers, and tailgates...traditions tried and true

It is t ime for Halloween, The bleachers were filled with all different types, their identities unknown.
t he most scariest t ime of t he year. Costumes that could fright under the lights, some florid, gory, and gruesome

Everyone is gat hering all of t he t reat s for t he children. There sat one lonely soul with a heart like coal, rancorous eyes that sent shivers.
All houses in t he t own are creat ively decorat ed. He stared right through me with no emotion, my body filled with quivers.

Time is get t ing closer, children get t ing more excit ed. His shadow behind me as I walked away, paranoia filled my head

Would he follow me home, drain my blood, and would I end up dead?
It is t ime for Halloween. A vampire perhaps, parched, and ready to devour me slowly

All of t he children have t heir cost umes on Time to run and escape his evil clutches, faster than him I must be

ready t o go out . Two blocks to go, branches in the wind are crackling and creepy
It is dark and st ormy, Street lights are flickering, I can?t see the road, I?m becoming weepy

but not hing can st op t he excit ed children. My house straight ahead, sweaty hands can?t hold my keys, they slip away

Impetuous am I as I crash through my window, my blood on the floor
More and more candy, filling up t he Halloween bags. I pray his dark shadow cannot break through my door.

More and more people going out and t rick-or-t reat ing. Stumbling up the stairs, I zoom to my room, and hide under my bed.
Trees blowing and t he colorful leaves falling Silent and shaking, I hear him no more, was it all in my head?

The most excit ing t ime of t he whole year, Halloween. Daylight has come, I feel so relieved, that shadow is no more, or so I believed?

The lat er is get s, t he colder it becomes.

The wind st art s blows 1000 miles an hour
as everyone st art s t o head home.

Trick-or-Treat ers look over t he candy t hey received

and parent s finally relax.
The day is over,

but everyone is already looking forward t o next year.

Pictures by Olivia Strumolo, Kristina Mileski, and Anna Sumner