It was Halloween night. The in-crowd were invited to the huge Halloween
party at the mayor's mansion. His daughter Beatrice (A.K.A. Queen Bea) had decided
to throw a party for all the popular kids at the local high. She told everyone about
how fun it would be to come, but you needed an invitation of course.
The less popular kids didn't dare protest. They knew that the Queen Bea ruled the
school. If they disobeyed her orders she would make their lives miserable. She
had a nickname among the less important kids too. They called her Beet-red behind
She noticed Luna, lowest of the low, looking at her in disgust. "Hey," she
whispered, "Lets all go to the weirdo's house tonight. She lives by the
graveyard. Her grandfather is the caretaker and her only living relative. Ten
bucks to whoever stays the longest."
At midnight the silent group of trespassers crept slowly up the crooked path,
through a cluster of tombstones, and over to the creepy mansion. They each chose
a spot to hide in. Beatrice decided on a large patch of newer looking graves.
As she passed the largest one she noticed that the mansion looked ancient. It had
no lights on, no garage, no satellite dish, and no cars were parked there. The
windows were all boarded up and cobwebs and dust decorated the outside. The
railing on the porch and balconies was spiked and rusty. Paint was peeling and
the doors hung on their hinges.
To be continued...