That Night: A Spooky Halloween Story

photo by Igor Tigor

Here’s a chilling little tidbit for your Halloween Eve.

I woke up in bed and I had to pee.

 

You know how it is. You lie there for a while, thinking you don’t really have to go that badly. You try to brace yourself for the rush of chilly air that envelops you once you throw the covers back. The slap of cold against the sole of each bare foot when you set it on the floor.

 

But I couldn’t hold out forever. Finally I forced myself out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. I didn’t even turn on the light.

 

When I was done, I felt my way along the dark hallway back toward my room. I heard my mom snoring. My dad rolled over in bed and sighed.

 

My dog brushed up against my leg. I reached down to pet him and felt the scruff of fur on the back of his neck, right where he liked to be scratched. His cold nose bumped my knee.

 

Back in my room, I burrowed under the covers, wrapped up in warmth again.

 

That was when I remembered that our dog died last summer. We buried him in the backyard under the maple tree.

 

So what was it that brushed up against me in the dark?

 

I guess I’m going to have to open the door to my room and find out. Especially since there’s a lot of noise coming from my mom and dad’s room.

 

All that screaming.