Halloween Descriptive Writing

The days were ticking down. Halloween was now less than a week away and the need for decoration was essential. In a town named Exitium, about thirty minutes away from the California-Oregon border, Halloween was a huge thing. Every year there was a decorating contest. The winner for five years in a row was a woman named Sarah Smith. This woman had short, black, bouncy hair. She was a single mother and had a foster child, Harris. While Harris was at school, Sarah was rushing around stores and malls, looking for the perfect decorations.
After she finished shopping, she hauled all the bags of decorations onto her commodious granite counter. She then took a quick inventory. Once she finished, she looked down at the list and realized one thing that
she forgot: a pumpkin! Oh no! She threw up her hands and went to the couch and began to cry. Harris would be home in five minutes and she did not have a pumpkin! Suddenly, there was a hard knock on the door. Startled, Sarah stood up and wiped away her tears while walking towards the door. Sarah opened the door and there stood a woman, not a woman, a hag. She had tangled purple hair and faded hazel eyes.
“How can I help you?” asked Sarah.
“You cannot help me,” explained the hag, “but I can help you.”
“What!” thought Sarah. “How this hag possibly know about my problem?”
“Well, what can you help me with?” Said Sarah in a defiant tone. The hag then pulled out a decent sized pumpkin, fresh and ready to carve. Sarah’s eyes lit up with hope.
“Take it,” said the hag, “but be warned, whatever you do ………..” Sarah had not heard the last words the hag had said. She grabbed the pumpkin, thanked the hag, and shut the door, a feeling of elation in her heart. She looked up at the clock; two minutes! Sarah dashed over to the counter and set down the pumpkin. She then grabbed a nice sharp knife to slice through the pumpkin and a cutting board. Then, the work began. With the knife in her hand, she grabbed the pumpkin by its stem and dropped it onto the cutting board. She then lowered the knife down towards the pumpkin and it started to glow. Ignoring this, she sliced right through the side of it. She had a time schedule. She then started to gut the pumpkin. Strangely, all the innards were clumped towards the center. Ignoring this, she kept gutting it.
As she grabbed the last innard, Harris walked into the house and saw all the decorations.
He face lit up with excitement and Sarah was pleased that she had made his day. He walked towards her, when all of a sudden, a thick green vine shot out of the pumpkin and latched around Sarah’s throat, choking her. Harris, not knowing what to do, just started at the scene. The pumpkin’s cut off side then reunited with the rest of its body. Then, thick green vines shot out of the new pumpkin’s body forming arms and legs, turning it into a pumpkin monster. The monster then tossed Sarah up into the air and swallowed her whole. Then, a skin cell floated away into thin air. The rest of the pumpkin’s cells followed suit and soon, the only thing left was a little piece of parchment. Harris walked over to it and picked it up, still in shock. It read, You must listen and obey or others will
pay.
Harris was devastated, Sarah was all he had. Why did this always have to happen to him! They had so many joyous and unforgettable memories and now the final memory of her was her, getting devoured by a monstrous pumpkin.
He was wrestled back a policeman while screaming and hot streaming tears dripping down his face. His head tilted upwards and he saw the shadow of a woman with purple hair glistening in the sunlight, hiding behind their chimney. He then blinked and she was gone. He was then driven to a new foster home that was on the completely opposite side of town.
“Great” he thought, “now I can leave all my memories back there.” The driver then pulled up into the driveway of his new home.
The home was massive. The entrance doors were made of dark oak and had shiny gold doorknobs. He stepped into the house and got an immediate sense of wealth. Everything was neatly polished and dusted. He then saw the family standing in the living room. There was nice velvet colored furniture and a fire burning in the fireplace. They were a family of five. The dad had coal black hair, a thin layer of facial hair, a white tank top with blotches of oil on it and black basketball shorts. The mom was much more forma. She had a tight side braid that dropped over her left shoulder. She had a plain teal dress and pearl white heels on. Their oldest son, who looked about seventeen, had a plaid navy blue and white button up shirt and gray blue jeans. Their next child looked about Harris’ age, thirteen. She had dirty blond hair that was done tightly that dropped over her left shoulder. She had a long black dress with a snowy white top on above it. Their final child was a baby that was held in her mother’s arms. She had a flower onesie on that had various flowers scattered all over it. He was then escorted to bed as the rest of the kids went to their own bedrooms. He was then tucked into bed and his new mom gave him a kiss and turned off the lights. Soon after, he drifted off to sleep. While he was asleep, a windstorm picked up and threw his bedroom window open.
Being a heavy sleeper, Harris was not disturbed by the sudden interruption