All Saints Day (413 words)

His mother tried to convince him otherwise, but he was having none of it. Never before how he felt some empowered. Last night was Halloween; he had dressed as a skeleton with a large padded head. This is how he's going to dress for ever now he thought to himself, and mum was tired of listening to him wine on all day. As long as it would keep him quiet.

The novelty soon wore of just plodding around the house. Toys aren't easily frightened. But down the road lives an elderly lady that let out such a freight when she saw him approach. Mum was in the back garden. The young boy made his way out.

Its a lot hotter wearing a Halloween costume during the day than the night. Even though its winter, the black frantic adsorbed every last bit of sunlight. He started to become thirsty. Eventually he got to the old lady's house, a couple rattles from his stick against the door, and he waited. The door slowly opened. Can't say trick or treat today, so he'll just have to scream.

Thud. She pretending to be scared to death. The boy was still thirsty. He stepped over the old woman's body and made his way to the kitchen. Not hard to find, the house was laid out the same as his. Trying to find the drinking glasses was a different matter all together. He opened all the low cupboards first, but they were just filled with pots and pans, cleaning up things for the sink, and pasta. He pulled over a chair. Rummaging through the higher cupboards he came across a mostly filled mutlipack of sweets the lady must have bought for trick or treaters, soon followed by the cupboard with the glasses.

Making himself at home, he sat at the breakfast table, mask to his side eatting his sweets. By now his mother had grown worried of him being so quiet in the house, and called the police after she realised he had gone missing.

Throught he kitchen window the boy could see the polic car making its way up the hill. Excited, he filled his pockets full of the remaining sweets and rushed out of the house, kissing the old lady's head on the way out to say thank you.

His mother was so happy to have him home, the police a little annoid that they had wasted there time. It was guy falks by the time anyone found the old lady.



N.B. Not too pleased with his one so no proof reading sorry, just glad to be writing again :(