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Here's a story I wrote for Lit. I just thought I'd share it, I might make it into a longer one later on c: I mean, everyone else is sharing their poems and stuff.

This is not that bad or violent, but this is just a warning it does contain some blood and violence.

I never really believed in all that supernatural jazz.  Really, what person in their right mind would claim they they saw ghostly dead figures everywhere, or some bat- man murdered?  Not me- I liked learning about real horrors, like the Holocaust and slavery.  The funny thing is, I guess I didn't quite understand what real actually means until last Halloween…

I was trick or treating with my best friend Amy, who was dressed as a Victorian princess.
"Mariana, don't you think you're display is a little overdone?" she honestly commented, opening a Snickers bar.  Sighing I thought for a moment, looking at all the stares of kids passing by.
"Maybe…still, I don't see how this Russian military outfit is that weird," I commented, brushing the black ushanka on top of my head. Amy took another chocolate and chewed.
"And the sickle and the huge soviet flag you're dragging behind you?"
Yeah, maybe those weren't the greatest idea. Still, I argued, "But look, everyone has fake weapons. Besides, the sickle matches the one on my flag!" I held the dragging banner and held the sickle up to it. "See?" Amy rolled her eyes as we approached the next house.
"Let's just get some candy, okay?"

We cautiously approached the next house.  I knew myself that the man who lived here was a taxidermist, who littered his year with rouge taxidermy animals each year.  A Cerberus and werewolf seemed to stare at me with their glass eyes as we rung the doorbell.  Nobody came to the door, even though we waited a few seconds.  Amy scowled.
"We came here for no candy?  C'mon, lets go."  I turned around, suddenly a scream shaking the man's house.  My legs froze, only my neck moving around back at the door.
"Mr. Green is in trouble."  Don't ask how I knew, my mind just told me.  Sweat beginning to drip down my face,  I turned the know.  Luckily- or unluckily- it was open, allowing me to drag my stubborn princess friend inside.

The home was nicely furnished, with painting lining the walls and mahogany furniture in the kitchen.  That wasn't what interested me, however.  A small trail of blood seemed to guide me down the stairs, at which point I had to drop my flag.  Traveling further down the narrow stairs, I heard gurgling hissing sounds, and I hoped that was just his washer  Amy tried to turn on the light switch so we could see where we were going, but it wouldn't turn on.  My stomach smacked again my sides.
"It's too dark, I don't want to go down there," Amy complained in a worried tone.
Me neither.  I pondered in the darkness for a bit, and was angry at myself for not bringing a flashlight.
"Wait!" Gasped Amy. "My wand- it lights up!" she continued, digging around in her candy bag for it.
I grabbed the wand from her, and although it had a pink, dim light, I could now see to the bottom of the stairs.  Hesitantly I walked down.  The basement was in great contrast to upstairs- empty, cold, and bare.  Those eerie gurgling and hissing noises seemed to jump out at me as the light led us onward, looking for something.  Together we searched almost all of the room except for the workshop, which we were just checking.  A pain of green eyes flashed as the light revealed them.  Thinking it was a stuffed raccoon was over there, I passed the light through there again.  This time, I found a whole face that resembled a wolf crossed with and snake or bat, fresh with blood from his human victim.
  I didn't have a chance to scream, my voice stopped working.  It jumped forward with powerful legs, almost like an antelope's.  I grabbed onto Amy who was in shock,  the wand, the flag because that cost a lot, and pulled them towards the stairs with an iron fist.  But the creature's eyes pierced, and slowed my desperate steps as I struggled to get out of this place.  It didn't even have to be fast, because I was moving slower than he was somehow. Amy finally started to run a little herself, and I reached for the golden doorknob. We both jumped into the moonlight just before the monster did too.

This was the first time I had a good look at the thing.  It was seemingly from a nightmare, with ebony black wings that helped him crawl and fly instead of any front legs. Bandages, tape, and stitches closed it's mouth, although they didn't hide the retractable cobra fangs that hissed and spit at me as I stared at it for a second. Blind in it's left eye, nine tails that swerved around in syncopation to my movements. The last thing that you could easily pick out was it actually had a nametag on it's neck-"Yamato Hound." Even though I had no idea what "Yamato" means, it probably was not a good thing.
"Mariana, let's get out of here!"
Amy's yell brought me back into awareness, which was the hound jumping straight at me.  I leaned my body to the side, the creature only scraping my legs a bit. It was desperately trying to get the bandages and stuff off it's mouth so it could tear me and my friend to bits. Then we couldn't get out unharmed. Squirming around the floor and its wings batting at the seal, Amy and I escaped the house, leaving the door open and running full speed ahead on the road.
Something must've snapped the Yamato hound's jaws wide open, because we heard a mighty screech and beating wings following us. The few people still on the streets yelled and you could see the parent's getting on their phones, probably calling 911.  The beast flapped harder as we ran harder, each of us pushing farther. But Amy started panting pretty soon, and fell behind me. The overgrown dog's speed did not waver. Looking towards the safety of my house, and then the safety of Amy, I decided to backtrack my steps or at least one of us wasn't going to make it. Amy screamed at the top of her lungs as the Yamato Dog descended upon her, scattering wings and fur. Grabbing my flag, I jumped towards the monster and smacked it on it's face. It growled furiously at me, and stopped attacking Amy for a second before diving in again. I'd have to kill this demon, for my friend, even if she didn't quite….

The gold metal pillar struck bone of the enemy, digging deeper and with more divine power than even King Arthur could have mustered. Blood squirted in all directions, on my face, among the howls of evil being exorcised. Usually this would've  scared me to death, but it wasn't my time to fall, or my best friend's either. I felt the monster weakening as the stab went deeper into his body, and it already stopped snapping at Amy.   Finally, it was no more. I pushed the dead body aside with my rod, and attempted to lift Amy up. She was scrunched up,  badly wounded and crying.
"Amy, are you okay? Amy?" I moaned tiredly and sadly, trying to make her respond.

A few long seconds went by before a weak response replied. "Yeah…." An ambulance siren swooshed behind the trees, and I knew she would have many more Halloweens to celebrate. The soviet flag swirled in the wind, and even though I'm an American, I felt no hate or regret like most people would.  The crimson on my metal pole perfectly matched the red on the flag, and I do love things to match.