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Demon Days= Halloween Chapter 1


It was a stormy night in mid-October. Colder than usual. Halloween night to be precise. A night where children offend demon kind by dressing up like them and going around scaring people for candy. A disgrace. Well, this night is different from all other nights. Halloween is a sacred night when the border walls are opened to these two worlds. The night when demons can walk free of discrimination and abuse. This is when most children go missing. This is when the world is most fragile. This is the day of the Demons. They will seek revenge. This is their story.


"Abby! Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" Jenna called up the stairs. Her little sister was changing into her costume. She wore a black cloak that covered her entire 14 year old body and her costume. It was Halloween night. They were gonna go trick-or-treating with a few friends. "Hurry up Abby!" Jenna yelled, more impatient this time. A girl about 13 stood at the top of the stairs. She was wearing a blue skin-tight dress with a overcoat on top so the blue only showed at the bottom of the coat. She unbuttoned the coat to show the whole dress and spun around twice.
"What do you think Jenna?" She smiled triumphantly. The two have always tried to out do the other each Halloween. With this skimpy dress Jenna couldn't win. She lifted her arm to the rail and glided down the stairs in her black ankle boots. The dress came down as far as it could without showing something. "It's great isn't it?" She smiled again.
"Okay, if you think that will win then let's see mine." Jenna threw off the cloak to reveal black leather lingerie. She had knee high black boots on to match. There were gaps in the costume all over. She wore a strapless tube top that ended right below her chest, and then had on a black belt and mini skirt. Abby's jaw dropped when she saw what her sister was wearing.
"Jenna! That’s a little much don't you think?" She turned a little red with envy. Her sister would surely get the boys tonight.
"Oh, come on Abby, its not too much," she said. "Now it is." She pulled out a black leather whip and tightened he garter a little. "Let's go before mom sees!" The twosome ran out the front door as their mother walked in.
"Girls!" she said. Sighing, she went back into the living room. Abby and Jenna ran out of the yard and down two houses to George's. They ran up to the door, covering themselves with the cloaks again so his mom wouldn't worry.
The door opened to a woman with brown hair in a bee costume. "Why hello girls! George will be here in a minute. GEORGE!!" She yelled up the stairs. A boy about Abby's age, 13, squeezed out from behind his mother's yellow striped butt. He was in a black pinstripe tux with matching shoes. His hair was the same golden shade as Jenna's. He smiled to his mom and shut the door.
"So where to now ladies?" He laughed and looked around for their friend Drew. The girls smiled and took off their coats when they were behind a tree. They giggled as George saw their outfits. His eyes widened a bit and he smiled while flushing a brilliant red. He smiled and rolled his eyes as they walked across the street to Drew's house. They put on their coats and got to the door. When they raised their hand to ring the bell, the door swung open. A boy about Jenna's age, 14, stood their in a tuxedo exactly like George's. "What do you think girls?" George said as he pointed out their outfits.
"It's cool," Jenna said with a little blush. Her mascara smudged as she rubbed her eyes. "Let's go!" She hooked Drew's arm ad began to walk away with him. "Are you two loveys coming?" she giggled and led him farther down the sidewalk. George blushed and Abby took his hand and they followed her down the street.
"So which house first, I'm starving." Drew said as he rubbed his stomach.
Jenna smiled. "We're not going trick-or-treating guys, we're going to a rave." Abby gasped and Drew looked puzzled. He looked at George who just smiled and nodded.
"When did we decide this!?!" Abby yelled. She was clearly not ready.

Cherry Street=



My heart pounded as I tore through my front door, feet crashing against the icey pavement. I opened my mouth to scream, but no noise came out. 'Oh god, why me!?!' I thought that as I raced down my driveway. 'What did I do to deserve this!?!' My mind was jumbled with thoughts as I slowed to get out of the front gate. The answer was simple. I was a VanCout. My family was hated, stalked, and killed for centuries. My great-great-great grandfather was cursed for stealing from a gypsy woman. Waiting, I went over what happened, seeing if it were real, or just some dream. That hour, I had woken up to hears several thumps. They sounded like footstepes then, but I knew now they were not. I left my room, and walked downstairs into the living room. The TV was on, and my mom and dad were sitting on the couch with their backs to me. "What was that?" I asked them. They didn't answer. I had walked infront of them, and screamed so loud I had to stop so my ears wouldn't hurt anymore. They were dead. Blood streamed from their clothes, knives in their heads. I almost didn't even see the man that came out from the kitchen. I bolted out the door crying then. Running a little past my mailbox, I stopped as the bush next to me rustled. I looked back to our manor. The creme walls glowed in the moonlight. No one was following me. Then what was that noise? 'Why did we have to live so far away from anyone!?!' The nearest house was a while away. I picked up a branch and held it high. There was a rustle again, and a black cap emerged from the bush. I brought it down hard and then pulled it back. The stick hit our mailbox. A 9 fell off the number. our innocent 9119 was now 911! What was this!?! Some trick!?! I turned back. "They never look up do they?" The voice came from the tree to my right. The voice was low and cracked. I dodged to the left as a club came down right where my head was a few seconds ago. My golden hair whipped my face as I ran farther down Cherry Street. My shoulders shuddered and my eyes widened. I caught sight of the next house. Trisha, an 11 year old girl, my only friend even though I'm 15, was raking leaves outisde. I yelled out to her. She couldn't hear me. "Run!!" I yelled. she got that and ran inside. 'Okay, if I keep going straight then i'll be out of here!' I heard his thumping feet behind me. The security station was just ahead. I ran up to it and banged on the door. He was gone! The police were gone! I looked behind me. "********!" He was gone too. I looked back infront of me. A jolt of pain went from my left arm to my head. He had come from behind. He had stabbed my arm. I fell over, kicking him as he tryed to bind me. I kicked him off and got up. Now I was slower, my arm bleeding. I put pressure on it to stop the bleeding. Nothing worked. Blood poured out form my fingers that held it down. I ran up the hill, and started down.I saw another house ahead. I looked back and the man was turning around, running away from me. I felt like death was pulling me towards him. Reaching the house, I fell over in a panic. That was my house! How could it be!?! My house! I hadn't even turned! Trisha walked up to me, but stayed about 10 feet away. "We've been waiting..." Her eyes were glazed and her skin pale. The security man walked up behind her. "Yes, waiting..." The man that was chasing her was nowhere. "What's going on guys!?!" My voice cracked with fear. A car drove up behind them. They moved out of the light, like vampires. I sighed, waiting for the car to slow down. It kept going, and I stayed down. Some invisible force held me there. "Oh god help me!" The car lights were rushing towards me, and I cryed. I thought about my life as the car hit me, as I flew into the air, as my lifeless body hit the ground with a soft thud.

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