Day of the Dead.


3. 10:00pm

Moans and creaks. Haunted groans and eternal screams echoed through out the street. Them. I froze, every small breath sounded like a yell for attention. I heard the distant sounds of knocking and rattling on windows and doors.

Thats what they enjoyed. Checking. Making their way down the streets. Not to our house yet. I snuck out and grabbed another powdery marshmallow and sucked on it, savoring it for a long time. 

I heard a blood curdling screech. It wasn't Them. Someone was gone. I bit my lip and tried to keep my head up right, my fingers dug into my siblings hands. We waited. 

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