Part 1: In this part, Sam's family is held hostage by the greatest trick-or-treaters ever.
Friday, October 30th. 8:00pm...
----Katie----
(Oh boy, here we go.)
It was the night before Halloween. The sky was clear, and the moon was shining brightly over the house that loomed in the darkness. The wind whistled through the bushes that surrounded it's base. The house was dark with the exception of one light. All of a sudden, a screech echoed from inside.
Within the walls of the house a ghoulish creature stalked it's halls. It was moving ever closer to the source of the light.
“What are you all doing?” Sam's Mother asked.
“We're playing Fatal Frame,” Sam answered.
Hi everybody. So yeah, it was the night before Halloween, and Sam was hosting a sleepover for Lucy and me. Linda was invited, but she was helping her family make final preparations for tomorrow's big Halloween party, so she wasn't able to make it. Lucy however decided to help us get into the spirit of things, and brought over a few horror themed games for us to scare ourselves with. (Oh, and I should mention that Sam's Mother is NOT ghoulish.)
It was eight O’clock, and we had just finished dinner, and we were now playing what is considered one of the best horror games ever made: Fatal Frame, and we were doing it at night no less. Sam was currently playing while Amy, Lauren, Lucy, and I were providing feedback about the story, and other means of support whenever we could. Although if one of us gets a game over, we pass the controller along to someone else.
All five of us were already dressed in our pajamas. Lucy had on a pink one piece sleeper. Sam had on a two-piece micro fleece pajama set that consisted of pants, and a shirt that buttoned up into a notch collar. They were dark blue with light blue polka-dots.
The Twins had on the same type of pajamas as their big sister, but these ones were black with white snowflakes on them. Amy decided to wear a white T-shirt while Lauren was wearing the shirt that came with the set. As for me, during the colder months I go with a pair of fuzzy pink pajama pants, and a red plaid flannel shirt with long sleeves.
“Okay, so where do we go from here?” Sam asked. Her mother was now leaning over the couch watching us.
“I think you need to head back down to the basement,” Amy answered.
“Don't forget there’s a mask upstairs too,” I stated.
“Yeah, but we can't reach it yet,” Lucy said to me. I then nodded.
“Oh, yeah. That's right,” I said back. Sam then went back down stairs, and entered the next room. We then saw the ghost meter flickering.
“Oh, where is it?” Lucy asked, as Sam flipped out her camera. There was no ghost to be seen however.
“I'm not seeing it,” Sam said. She panned the camera around a bit more, and we all got a VERY up close look at the ghost's face, as it took away a fair amount of Miku's health.
All of us jumped out of our skins, and let out screams. There were also a few “Oh jeez!”s, and “Oh my god!”s thrown in as well. Sam fumbled for the pause button, and we all took a second to calm down. We all then started laughing at what had just happened. Once the shock had worn off, Sam unpaused, and prepared for battle.
“Remember Sam, you need to let it fill all the way before you snap the-Whoa Nelly!” Lucy was interrupted by the ghost quickly rushing at Miku again.
“Lucy I don't think I'll have time for that,” Sam said, as she went back to the camera to try again. This time she let the gauge fill a little bit, and then snapped a photo that did some decent damage.
“Sam, you better move,” I suggested. “If that ghost hits you again, it's lights out.”
“I know that,” Sam said, trying to sound calm, but I could tell her voice was getting a little bit frantic. She set herself up for the next picture, and let the gauge fill just a bit too long. The ghost rushed her, and unfortunately, she didn't react fast enough. “Oh Dammit,” Sam moaned.
“Oh dear,” Mrs. Parker said, sympathetically. Sam then turned to Lucy.
“Well, I guess it's your turn now,” She sighed, and handed Lucy the controller. We then heard the doorbell ring.
“Oh boy,” Mrs. Parker said, as she went to answer the door. We then heard...this.
“Trick-or-treat,” A few deep voices said.
“What the hell?” Sam's Mother responded. It's a little early for trick-or-treating. Don't you think so too? Suffice to say we all kinda had “Uh oh” looks on our faces. We then saw Mrs. Parker walk back into the room with her hands raised. We all yelped when we saw the two men behind her.
They were both dressed in thick coats and pants. Both of them looked to be about average height, and average build. One of them had on a Dracula mask while the other one had on a Mickey Mouse mask. Dracula had a gym bag while Mickey a gun, and it was pointed right at Sam's Mother.
“Uh, move to the couch,” One of them instructed. I didn't know which one it was due to the mask, but it may have been Drakula. Mrs. Parker did as she was told, and sat down on the couch beside Amy and Lauren who both looked quite terrified. I'll admit I was pretty scared too given my more resent experiences, but I was holding on.
“So uh, what do we do now?” Mickey asked his partner. He sounded as though he may be a cup short of a full gallon.
“I-uh-I don't know,” Dracuala answered. I didn't know about my friends, but a large amount of my fear vanished once I heard this. These two didn't have a single clue, so I thought it would be a good idea to give them one.
“Um, you can turn around, and leave peacefully,” I suggested.
“Um, we can't do that. We need money, and you guys have it,” Mickey said. He then looked over at Mrs. Parker. “You do have money right?” He then asked. I was stunned. I looked over at my friends, and I could tell even they didn't look as frightened anymore. That's when I saw the cherry on the top of this ridiculous sundae.
I got just the right view of Mickeys gun, and saw something very bad. Well, actually it wasn't what I saw. It was what I didn't see.
“What are you snickering about?” Lauren asked me, as she still seemed a bit uneasy.
“I'll tell you in a little bit,” I whispered back to her.
“Hey. No talking,” Dracula requested. It wasn't even a snap, or a bark. It was strangely nonchalant. I was now trying hard not to laugh.
“You know, these girls might be a problem for us,” Mickey then said. I had a feeling I knew where this was going, but given the lack of brain voltage between these two, I wasn't counting on anything for sure.
“Do you think we could...tie them up? Like in the movies?” Dracula asked.
“Oh please no,” Amy begged.
“Hey, I said no talking,” Dracula insisted, although it sounded more like whining. I'd also like to point out that it is the guy without the gun giving the orders here. Amy just sighed. Dracula then turned back to Mickey.
“Do you have anything to tie them with?” He asked.
“Uh, no,” Mickey answered. Dracua looked at a loss, and so he turned to Sam's mother for guidance
“Uh, Lady? Do you have anything we can tie you with?” He then asked. Sam's Mother looked at us. I was still trying to keep a straight face, because I knew the big secret in all of this. Amy and Lauren still looked kinda worried. She then looked at Sam.
“It's okay Mom,” She said, in a reassuring tone.
“As long as we do what they say, I'm sure they won't hurt us,” I added, although it was more to help me not laugh. Mrs. Parker then nodded, and turned back to the (snicker) robbers.
“We have some duct tape in the garage,” She said.
“Oh, okay, can you please go get it?” Mickey asked, and rather politely I might add. Mrs. Parker rolled her eyes, and got up off the couch to go fetch the tape.