A black figure darted across the path that led up to the massive black house, looming over me, casting shadows in the darkness. I hesitantly walk up the walkway, scared of the utterly silent, black, eerie, night. I can see the big pot of candy on the porch when BAM! a BLOODCURDLING SCREAM PIERCES THE NIGHT.
I realize my eyes are closed and hurriedly open them.
Bad Idea.
An enormous zombie is standing in front of me. Was that bloodcurdling scream me? Probably, I mean, look at it. The zombie stays frozen in place for about 5 seconds, along with me, and then suddenly it opens its ghoulish mouth and starts laughing.
The zombie – who I had now observed was a person – laughed so hard his arm fell off. But where there should’ve been nothingness, there was a human arm. I let out a big sigh, stalk past the zombie, and go onto the front porch. I gather up my candy, and sit on the porch, which is quite festively decorated with large, hairy spiders, Jack-o-lanterns, and finally, a large mummy hanging over the door. I open the door and walk inside, calling behind me to my brother, ” not funny Dexter, not funny at all.” The door slams shut behind me.
I love that post!!! I can imagine it so well, like if I close my eyes, I can see the “zombie” standing in front of me. I love the descriptive words, like “bloodcurdling” and “ghoulish”. Also, when you said, was that bloodcurdling scream me? Like you were so scared you didn’t even realize you were screaming.
Thank you! I tried to make it as creepy as possible. 🙂