Haunted

Tiptoeing inside an entrance that held unknown mysteries of a slain clan, draped photographs flickered with low-lit candelabras of Halloween eve. I ran up the steps as my heels cracked on through a nightfall's twirl ... the moon quivering like a ghoul's shadow while rotten windows banged! And the door reeled of odor around walls, sipping the pungent air that hindered my echoes from squeaking heavily among a pile of crushed leaves. Interior bleakness brought more dread as tendrils of red mould hanged on cobwebs dripping like spurts of blood...alone, I turned to leave: my skirt rushing away from the ancient house and its eerie view. Glancing at the ruined structure from a distance, fallen grasses seemed to blink: my disheveled hair meshing on a ripped treat- o- trick basket as I quickly escaped, panting into the thick fog without a candle in the mist. Your Own Favorite Halloween Contest Sponsor: Carol Eastman