Halloween Descriptive Writing

The night was cold and quiet as if the whole city block went to sleep. With nothing but silent raindrops and distant voices, I wake up from my four hour slumber and looked at the time. Glancing at the clock on my computer, the numbers on the screen clearly says 12:20 pm. “Yeah, today is Halloween,” I think to myself sarcastically. Suddenly, I hear a loud rumble, like the earth was being shaken for a firm moment. Realizing the sound, I end up finding out that my stomach was just hungry. Famished to get some food, I walked out my door softly and started creeping up to my fridge, making sure that I do not disturb my parents and my baby sister in the other room. Crouching on one knee, I put my hand on the handle to open the fridge. As the LED lights turn on, I gaze upon what is inside the interior for anything that may be doable to eat. My fridge is clean, spotless, and even
Usually, I consume the beer’s sour fizzy flavor with steak or salmon, though once it sits for about thirty minutes, the beer starts to lose carbon dioxide and its flaws as a product reveals itself once it goes flat and bland making the beer dissatisfying in the end. Looking up to the second shelf, I spot nothing but sauces. There was soy sauce, and a complete case of tabasco. Despite on being discontented on what I found, these are like the three main sauces that my step mom or my dad used in their cooking. The soy sauce would have been perfect for my fried rice, it is considerably one of the key foundations to this recipe because without soy sauce in the mixture, it is almost like pizza without out the bread. Next to the right is the tabasco, as I stare at its reddish personality, the vial looks brand new as if it was recently bought since its price tag is glued on the label. It is three fourths full due to the fact that it has been recently poured upon my dad’s freshly made pasta in tonight’s