Post Halloween

I took off my Halloween costume, washed the paint off my face, put on my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. I was almost asleep when I first heard the sound of the scratching underneath my bed. My heart felt like it was travelling up towards my chest with my pulse pounding in my ears. I quietly slip underneath the covers for protection when I hear the "scratch scratch scratch" and tapping on the wooden floor boards beneath me. I didn't know what to make of the whole situation? I thought all this bed time monster myths ended when I was in 3rd grade and what it seems to be is the worst of anyone's night mares were coming to reality for me. I couldn't build up the courage to look down underneath to see what was really going on so I thought if I made noise it would surely show itself too me. I continued on with my new plan until I heard a faint whisper "Get out of my house!" . I froze there with fear and chills creeping through my body, Do I scream for help or do I listen to what this thing is trying to tell me to do? I go with my best instinct and jet off my bed, right before I hit the floor a hand shoots out from underneath and grabs my ankle. I scream bloody murder and try to reach for my door handle, I hear a burst of laughing and the light switch flown on to reveal who the mysterious thing was. My older brothers Steven and Tony come crawling out of my bed laughing hysterically from the prank they pulled. At that moment I wanted to dis own them because for a week straight they continued on how it was the greatest Halloween prank pulled yet but looking back on it now it sure was a great was to end a Halloween night.