This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter.
- You’ve just finished handing out the last of the Halloween candy. When you turn to your friends, you make a cringy joke, saying “that’s all folks.” Turning off the porch light, you cackle as you run your hands together. “It’s ouija board time!”
- Today is October 31st and the anniversary of your mother’s death. Sitting with your legs crossed, grass stains maring your white tights, you allow the tears to fall as the sun sets. You place a faithful hand on her gravestone and whisper the words, “everything will be alright.” Uncorking the vile you had hidden in your dress pocket, you tip the acidic, green liquid onto the grass and wait…
- You’re new to town and get invited to the annual high school halloween bash. When you knock on the door to the house, the host greets you with a terrifying smile. Just as quickly as they welcomed you, they leave, turning around without another word. Entering the house after them, you spot all the devil costumes and feel immensely out of place. But as you further examine the costumes, they begin to look more and more realistic–until you realize they aren’t costumes at all…
- The doorbell rings. Grabbing the bowl of candy, you open the door expecting a trick-or-treater, only to find an adult man on the other side. He’s dressed in a strange manner and his presence leaves you feeling uneasy. “Hell-” “Invite me into your home,” he whispers, his voice alluring…
- You sit with a rifle laying across your thighs and a flashlight hanging from your neck. The windows of your house are boarded shut and all the exits are secured. And you anxiously await the next couple of hours that this hell will present you. Evaluating your situation, you laugh at how ridiculously home alone you feel. But this feeling is justified because one day a year, ghosts become corporal. And today–October 31st–is that day.