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Her heart pounded as she exited her car and walked toward her apartment. There’s a reason I don’t go out after dark, she thought as her pace quickened, especially on Halloween. Unfortunately, she had an errand that ran a little too long that night and the sun’s setting a little too early these days.
The small community surrounding the apartment complex is filled with strange people like those who never decorates for holidays. Why, oh, why must they not turn on their porch light? She thought as she hurried along the partial lit road. Where are the kids trick-or-treating?
She remember last Halloween when there were so many kids coming to her door that she had ran out of candy after the first hour. After having to apologize for running out of candy, she was forced to turn off all the lights and get through the rest of the night by candlelight. This year, she had prepared extra candy. They better come, she thought, I’m not going to eat this candy myself.
At last, she reached her apartment. Hand shaking, she struggled to fish her keys out of her coat pocket. “Come on,” she muttered as she searched for the key to the door. Ha ha, got it.
Just as she was about to stick the key in the lock, “Boo!”
She shrieked as the keys fell to the ground. Behind her stood a kid hidden beneath a white sheet. “Trick-or-treat!” The kid laughed, holding out a bucket for candy.
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Good one
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome 😉
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A good Halloween vibe to your story, Yinglan.
You keep the tension of the anxious MC going nicely, right up to the final fright!
(I hope the kid got some candy. 👻)
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Thank you. I hope the kid gets some candy, too. 😀
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Nicely built tension, Yinglan
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Thank you. 🙂
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She must have a hard time during the winter when the night comes early. 😀
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I feel like there are many people out there that would have a hard time – myself included.
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I don’t like short winter days either. But I live in a village where there’s nothing to be afraid of.
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From listening to a lot of crime podcasts and books, I don’t think it matters where one lives, danger is always lurking.
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It’s still a difference to live in a big city or a small village. I mean there’s always danger, that’s true, but probability for a crime is much lesser in a small place.
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A ‘treat’ of a story
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😁
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Looks like the kids are indeed coming this year. Walking along a dark street alone is a scary thing. I’m glad the worst that happened was just a kid in a sheet. Nice atmosphere and build-up of tension in this story.
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I agree, walking alone on a dark street is scary. I get anxious when I go take out the trash during the winter months even though the garbage can is just around the corner on the other side of my garage.
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Damn kids! LOL!
You had my heart racing with this one, Yinglan. Spooky tale well done!
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Haha! My heart was racing as I wrote it, even though I knew what was going to happen. 😀
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Liked this one a lot!
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Thank you.
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Luckily THAT ended well. Because as use with our group of storytellers, it could’ve ended like Friday the 13th! 😉🎃
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😄😄😄
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Nice post 🌺🌺
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