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Scary Halloween Story
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Mathew, age 9.

My name is Matt and I have 3 sisters; Robyn and Lucy who are twins, and a baby sister. The story that I am about to tell only involves my twin sisters and I, but it’s a true story, I swear!

It was last Halloween and we were getting ready to go to a party. Lucy was arguing with Mummy because she wanted to be a devil not a witch, and Mummy was saying “well it is tough, you picked out the costume”…and so on. Robyn and I were ready to go so we both sat looking out of the window waiting. There’s a real scary house across the road from us. I’ve always thought that it’s haunted but Mum always laughs and says, “Matty, don't be silly. That stuff’s not real”.

We were sat talking when I saw a weird face at the window of the house across the road. The face looked all sad with massive eyes and it was staring right at us. I very quietly told Robyn and she looked and saw it too, she went and got Lucy, but when she came back it had gone. Lucy didn't believe us, so to prove it we decided to go across the road and investigate.

This was something we weren’t supposed to do, we knew we wouldn’t be allowed, but we told Mummy we were going to show Dorothy, the lady next door, our costumes and we'd be back in 5 minutes. So into the street we went, Robyn dressed as the devil, Lucy a witch and me a ghost. We slowly approached the front door of scary number 7. It was totally dark and there were horrible dead plants all around us. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a black cat jumped out from behind a plant pot and hissed loudly, it gave me the shock of my life. I turned to run and banged straight into Lucy who screamed and whacked Robyn accidentally on the nose, Robyn screamed and fell to the ground with a thud!

Suddenly the front door of number 7 flew open and an old lady was stood in the doorway looking angry. “What do you want?” she said angrily. “Every year you kids come around here disturbing us. You never bother us any other time of the year, only Halloween. Do you think I'm a witch or something?!”

Lucy, who has always been the most talkative of the three of us, said we were sorry and that it wouldn't happen again. The lady laughed and said she doubted that very much. We began to walk back down the path. As I heard the front door slam shut I turned around and saw the face at the window up close and staring right at me. It was a horrible sight, all white and with sunken cheeks. I ran for my life and I didn't look back!

We never told Mum where we'd been for two reasons: firstly, she would have gone mad that we'd bothered the lady at number 7, and secondly, she wouldn't have believed us. Instead, we asked Dorothy, the nice lady next door, about the lady at number 7. She told us a story about the old lady’s son who had died on Halloween in 1963. He was 11 when he died; he had been knocked down while out dressed as a ghost. Was it him we saw at the window? Did he want to come trick or treating? I don’t know. All I do know is that this year I won't be looking out at the front window of number 7, just in case he does.