Descriptive Essay
Descriptive Essay
I can smell it now, apples, spices, hay. It’s time for my mother & me to begin our Halloween traditions. The fall air is cool & crisp. It’s chilly but not cold, perfect bonfire weather. Yet tonight we sit inside, watching a Tim Burton movie.
One of the days leading up to Halloween night we will go to get some pumpkins. Most likely we will get our pumpkins from the Spencer’s again this year. We get some pie pumpkins and some painting pumpkins. We paint the pumpkins so they don’t attract bugs but some years we will carve a couple.
The weekend before & on Halloween night we will drive around hopping from haunt to haunt whether it is a house or field. I pull out mom’s phone to Google houses as we drive. The road is dark & spooky. Being fall in Indiana we must watch for brown fur & white tails because the deer are out. We pull up to an old house. It has gargoyles on the ceiling & huge arched windows. This house is surely beautiful during the day & it is indeed frightening at night.
Convincingly dressed, a zombie of the house walks beside the line, not talking only grunting. In the line there are adults with their children. There are also many kids crying already. Is it because of the zombie line guard? Or simply the fear of what’s to come.
One by One our little groups move up through the line as one goes through the door. We spend most of our time waiting discussing which haunt we should hit next. From inside the house you can hear the screams not only of the children but of the parents too. This is going to be a good house. I cover my ears; they have the “Halloween” movies song, which plays when Myers shows, up playing. I hate that song.
The door is open and it’s our turn. They hand our group 1 tiny flashlight and warn us not to get lost. The haunt has begun.
As we walk out of the haunted house we are a little scared but eager to find the next one. We jump haunted houses for a good part of the night and after
I can smell it now, apples, spices, hay. It’s time for my mother & me to begin our Halloween traditions. The fall air is cool & crisp. It’s chilly but not cold, perfect bonfire weather. Yet tonight we sit inside, watching a Tim Burton movie.
One of the days leading up to Halloween night we will go to get some pumpkins. Most likely we will get our pumpkins from the Spencer’s again this year. We get some pie pumpkins and some painting pumpkins. We paint the pumpkins so they don’t attract bugs but some years we will carve a couple.
The weekend before & on Halloween night we will drive around hopping from haunt to haunt whether it is a house or field. I pull out mom’s phone to Google houses as we drive. The road is dark & spooky. Being fall in Indiana we must watch for brown fur & white tails because the deer are out. We pull up to an old house. It has gargoyles on the ceiling & huge arched windows. This house is surely beautiful during the day & it is indeed frightening at night.
Convincingly dressed, a zombie of the house walks beside the line, not talking only grunting. In the line there are adults with their children. There are also many kids crying already. Is it because of the zombie line guard? Or simply the fear of what’s to come.
One by One our little groups move up through the line as one goes through the door. We spend most of our time waiting discussing which haunt we should hit next. From inside the house you can hear the screams not only of the children but of the parents too. This is going to be a good house. I cover my ears; they have the “Halloween” movies song, which plays when Myers shows, up playing. I hate that song.
The door is open and it’s our turn. They hand our group 1 tiny flashlight and warn us not to get lost. The haunt has begun.
As we walk out of the haunted house we are a little scared but eager to find the next one. We jump haunted houses for a good part of the night and after