It was a dark and stormy night. Horrified I watch as the mist shapes itself into a human form without a face. Scared, I run screaming.
A voice says, “Run towards the lighted street. Hurry! Get to safety!”
“Nooooooo…,” I scream and barge inside the convenience store.
“Close that door Daniel!” store clerk Mamma Josie exclaims.
“I…I…..” my face is white and I can’t talk.
Mamma Josie forces my head between my knees. “Hey no fainting on me,” she snaps. “Take deep breaths. Now explain why you come in looking like death walking.”
“Death?” I stammer gulping. “At first, there is nothing. Then the mist forms into a person that I can see right through and a voice yells, “Run to safety!” I look up at Mamma Josie, pleading for her to believe me.
Sighing, she takes my trembling hand, “Daniel. You saw a specter.”
“Yeah.” Shaken, I ask. “I’m not going to die am I?”
“No it doesn’t mean that.”
“What does it mean?”
“You were warned not to go that way. Why? I don’t have a clue,” she replies looking out the store window. “Just consider yourself lucky nothing bad happened and, by the way, Happy Halloween Daniel.”
Rhyanna S DeTuathana lives in Corvallis, OR. She tells us that, "writing stories is my new career and I thank ChildrenComeFirst.com for the opportunity to publish my writing." When not writing, DeTuathana also makes quilts for families of fallen heroes and kids in need. She sews, quilts, crochets, and knits using her knitting machine and also plays with her dog Emmie.
© 2008 Rhyanna S. DeTuathana. Original for CCF (DeTuathana grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
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