By Maya Van Londen November 2005
One night I was walking home alone. Suddenlty I heard footsteps behind me. I turned and…Ouch!! i tripped and fell.
The footsteps came closer and closer. I could see my breath. I felt dread. Then fingernails as heavy as lead and a cape as black as death touched my shoulder. All it said was, “I come from the dead.”
I felt sweat running down my head. “You; you come from…”
“Sure, you don’t believe me do you? I can tell by your face; I’m deaf.”
“Say, I am good!”
“What do you mean?”
“I meant I’m your brother!”
“Joey, you are good!”
“Thanks. Happy Halloween!”
And my brother and I tread home.