On that note, I stormed upstairs and slammed the door, vowing that my dad would not keep me in on Halloween night! I had heard enough of his stories about ghouls and goblins. It was bad enough I had to spend Halloween in Japan, but I refused to miss out on all the fun.
Later that night, when he thought I had gone to bed, I snuck out of the house. I was going to prove him wrong! There were no such thing as ghouls! I decided I would hide out in the treehouse all night. I scurried up the rope of my treehouse, ready to shake the chill from my bones with the warm blankets I kept stored in a chest up there. I snuggled under them to wait out the chilly night.
After what seemed ages, I was ready to give up. Then I heard a strange cackling, almost like somebody laughing maniacally. Sitting up, I huddled closer to the window to see where the noise had come from. The laughter came closer and closer. I was breathing hard; surely Grandfather wasn’t right. I thought back to all the stories he had told me. Then I saw the goblins – sickly, gruesome looking creatures – that loved to eat. All the hairs were standing up on my body. Oh how I wish I was inside now.
I must stay hidden. That much I remembered from all the stories. If they spotted me, they would kill me. I saw them in the streetlight. On they marched until, finally, I could hear them no more.
Then, horrible sounds of clanging; something rough hitting the sidewalk. In the street light appeared skeletons walking, some scraping the sidewalk with their legs. Some were even missing appendages.
On went this parade of dark creatures. Golems, yeti, chupacabras – each one looking more haggard than the last. The sights were too startling to look away – mummies, werewolves and witches. Then came the dull, slow thud of something large moving in the shadows. It sounded like the biggest of them all. I gathered my blankets closer to me and prayed that I would live through the night. Hours and hours I sat watching these beasts slowly meander by. When at last I saw the sky start to turn pink, I was sure it was the last time I would ever see those monsters. I quickly climbed down the ladder and was dashing toward the house when something clasped me from behind. Turning around, all I saw was the slow elongation of its fangs. It was going to bite me! Thwack! I fell to the ground to see the beast fall down with a wooden stake stabbed violently into its back.
“There are things in this world we are not meant to see,” Grandfather said sternly. With that, we went inside.