The air swept under her feet as she rushed down the stairs in the sexy, long black dress. It was cut with odd points here and there and surprisingly her hair stayed pinned up in the odd electric do. Her quickness certainly matched the white streak painted in her dyed jet black hair. She just knew that she had to get to the door before the doorbell rang.
Her parents did not have time to grab a camera or ask her if she could stop for even a second before she bolted out the door and was met by Frankenstein’s monster. She just knew that it really had to be her boyfriend in that costume because it was his rusty red truck. It had the license plate that she had memorized and even all the little trinkets and baubles that she had given him were sitting inside the truck either hanging from the rear view mirror or on the dashboard.
She snuggled into his shoulder and muttered, “So, where are we going Sawyer?” All she heard from him was a grunt. “Can’t you say my name?” “Grrrttttnnn.” “You are so silly, Sawyer! Gretchen as a grunt! Very funny! I love it!”
She continued by once again asking him, “So, where are we going?” Only more grunts. “Well, Sawyer, if you are going to be that into the character, I’m just going to call you Frankenstein.” More grunts. Gretchen walked to Sawyer’s truck and got into the passenger side as Frankenstein got into the driver’s side. She settled back and waited to arrive at their destination.
“A cemetery? We’re going to a cemetery on Halloween? What do you have planned? A picnic? How fantastically creepy!”
As Frankenstein got out of the truck, so did Gretchen. However, Frankenstein didn’t get anything else out of his truck. Instead, he started walking into the cemetery. Gretchen followed him, glancing from side to side.
The cemetery was completely empty, but howls sounded for the far off hills and Gretchen could feel small little things flying up against her legs with great force. She would periodically slap at her legs in case they were small bugs, but she could not see anything in the dark.
She could hear Frankenstein grunting and followed him. Finally, what looked like a haunted house appeared in the distance. The wood was falling off the outside and the windows were dark and lined with spider webs.
Frankenstein guided her inside the house and she knew that this night was going to be one of the best Halloween nights she had ever had.
Going into the house, it stayed completely dark and at the first step, Gretchen sank down into the floor and heard a squishing noise. With each step she took, a squishing noise was made.
There were howls and grunts coming from different places. Monsters jumped out at Gretchen and she could hear her heart beating faster and faster.
As they neared the exit of the haunted house, Gretchen whispered, “Thanks Sawyer, this was fun.” She reached out to put her arms around Sawyers waist and she certainly grabbed onto Frankenstein. He then turned down a different path than she had thought they needed to get to the exit of the haunted house when she heard from the front of the haunted house, “Well, you’ll have to do without Frankenstein for a bit because I have to go get Gretchen. I promised her a fun and scary Halloween night.”
Gretchen shivered. “Who? Who? Wh-Wh-Wh-Who are y-y-you?” There was only more grunting, but this time it seemed to be more like a call. A group of what looked like teenagers with gray skin and carry very pale pumpkins down by their sides as if they were basketballs appeared from behind walls that were covered by black trash bags to make swishing noises.
As these gray people approached, they became faster and faster. Gretchen ran through the haunted house, all the way back to the entrance. The workers tried to stop her by telling her that she was going the wrong way and would knock others down, but she kept running and the gray people as well as Frankenstein were behind her.
Gretchen ran back to Sawyer’s truck where she saw him trying to get it started. He’d was turning the keys that were in the ignition, but no matter what, the truck didn’t start. He’d climb out and check the battery and other things under the hood, but he could not find any problems.
When Sawyer climbed back in, Gretchen climbed into the passenger’s side as well.
“Gretchen?! I thought you were at home!”
“I was, but you came and picked me up! You were Frankenstein and all you’d do was grunt!”
“Gretchen, I never left the haunted house. I was going to get you right now!”
“Then, who was it?”
“I don’t know. Why did you go with him?”
“It was your truck! Everything seemed normal!” She turned her head! “They’re here! We need to go!”
Sawyer and Gretchen both opened their doors and leapt out of the truck. They ran away from the cemetery and into the woods across the street to try to hide from the gray people and Frankenstein.
Sawyer and Gretchen dived behind a huge old oak tree, even though something was in it dropping acorns on their head.
Sawyer felt a tapping on his shoulder and Frankenstein suddenly appeared and carried Sawyer away. Then Gretchen felt a tapping on her shoulder. Thinking that Sawyer was signaling that it was safe to run some more, she turned and started to run, but as she tried to move, she found that she could not go anywhere.
A gray male held her and suddenly took her into an embrace. She tried to fight him away and she screamed “Rape! Rape!” at the top her lungs, but nothing stopped him from sinking his teeth into her neck.
Gretchen’s skin suddenly turned gray. Even though she knew that it was cold outside, she no longer felt the cold on her skin.
The deed was done and Frankenstein brought Sawyer back to see the results. Sawyer tried to reach out to Gretchen, but the gray people stopped him. Frankenstein grunted.
Slight tears came to Sawyer’s eyes. He was not used to crying, but he knew that he lost something he valued more than he had ever valued anything before. Dare he even think he might have loved her?
“What happened? Where is she?” he growled through his clenched teeth.
A gray person stepped up, “Bye bye. She’s ours.”
A female gray person stepped, “Sorry, she’s not human anymore. She’s now a vampire. He wanted her to marry and now she’s his. She’ll live for a very long time now.”
“This just. This just isn’t right.”
“It’s right for us.”
“You are surprisingly erudite.”
“It’s just a myth that all us Halloween creatures can’t speak proper English and aren’t educated.”
“Why am I talking about this? I just lost my girlfriend. Even more than that, what am I supposed to tel her parents?”
“I don’t know. That’s up to you.”
Sawyer climbed back into his truck, his skin full of goosebumps. His truck swayed back and forth, but he still couldn’t get it started. He fell asleep in his truck right there that night.
In the morning, he awoke, and his truck was in the driveway at his house.
He tried to call Gretchen’s house, but there was no answer. He called all day long and there was no answer.
No answer. No answer. Always no answer. Would there ever be an answer?