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Halloween was fun and all until Oct. 31, 1877. My friends and I went trick-or-treating at 9 or 8:05. We finished at 12:05, all of us except Macy.

Here’s my story. “Don’t stay out too late Stephanie,” my mom called. “OK,” I shouted back, not really caring. My friends and I were already outside.

First we went trick-or-treating, then we went to our school, Middleton High, for a Halloween party. There were games such as slam the ghoul in goo. It was fun. Finally after two hours there, we left.

We decided to take my shortcut. You know, walk two blocks cross Holy Heaven Cemetery, then two or three more blocks, and I’m home.

Big mistake.

We walked the two blocks. Sara didn’t feel going into the cemetery was right, but we took her anyway. We were having a race. The first one to get out would win, then all of the losers were to give the winner at least 10 pieces of candy. Sara won, of course, even though I could hear her muttering, “There’s nothing here. There’s nothing here.” We all waited about 10 or five minutes before yelling, “Macy!” We thought she’d got lost.

Sara, Abigail and I went looking for Macy. One of us, Abigail, found her footprints. We followed them until we saw a grave. The grave said “R.I.P. Marilyn, the only witch to leave this world.”

My friends and I were raised not to believe in devils or witches and stuff, so we thought it was a joke. Turns out it was real. Up rose Marilyn, white and all pale and scary looking. “Macy now lives with the dead. She will not return ever again,” Marilyn said.

“No, you’re lying,” I yelled. “Give Macy back!”

“If you don’t believe me, look for yourself,” Marilyn told us.

It was true. Macy was really dead. There she was, white eyes, opened mouth, she had a puddle of blood around here. “Run! Run, before it’s too late or I’ll do the same with you,” Marilyn shouted at us.

We all ran. The three of us too terrified to look back. When we got to my house, we told my mom and dad. Dad called the police. They called Macy’s parents.

My friends and I never celebrated Halloween. We also still don’t believe what happened. Now I’m 96 and still don’t know what caused Macy’s death. It was never figured out. Her death is still a mystery.

Happy Halloween, ha ha ha ha ha!

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