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Superstitions by Kellie Haulotte
The night frost hung to the fallen leaves like a fly on a spider's web. Few townspeople could remember such a cold September night. Many farmers had to protect their frost, though the pumpkins seemed just fine.
It was Halloween night and the town's children were in their costumes walking down Main Street with jack-o-lantern smiles. Everyone was excited, well almost everyone, there was old Jack Miller who never liked the holiday.
Jack Miller was a very superstitious man. He just turned seventy and still threw salt over his shoulder. October was a month where he hid from black cats and made sure his house had enough crosses for each room.
It seemed silly, but it wasn't because he knew the truth. Many didn't believe that the dead were active, though Jack had seen it first hand or so he said. That was why Danny Graves was going to stay with old Jack to see if there was any truth.
Normally Jack would be hiding in his house on Halloween night, but Danny had talked him into going to the cemetery. That was where the two of them were now. Both sat with strange looks on their faces.
Jack was wondering why he was there and Danny was wondering when everything was going to start.
"You have any whiskey?" Jack asked Danny.
"No, sorry it's just water," Danny answered with a hint of remorse. He should have bought some whiskey to calm both of their nerves. His was from excitement and Jack's was from fear.
"I hope it's Holy Water," Jack said under his breath.
"Are they zombies or vampires?"
"What will be coming out from this grave?"
The two of them were sitting by a freshly dug grave. It was Millie Burns, she died last week. Danny couldn't remember what happened, but he heard something about an accident.
"The undead that's what I have always called them. I have been seeing them on this night since I was 7. That's when my grandfather took me."
Danny didn't ask why Jack's grandfather would take him to the cemetery to show him the horrors of death especially on Halloween. It was a pretty morbid thing to do to a young kid.
They both sat in silence again. Though the silence didn't last long. An owl flew past them, which really agitated Jack. His face told Danny that it was a bad omen and things would be starting soon.
"Just wait for it to land and hoot," Jack whispered.
They both heard the hooting of the owl. As soon as it stopped Jack backed a few steps away from Mille's grave.
"Is it going to happen?" Danny was eager to see something strange.
Jack didn't have to answer him because there was a slim hand already peaking out from the grave. Danny's chestnut colored eyes were large. It was actually happening, old Jack hadn't been lying after all.
"Don't stand too close to the grave," Jack cautioned him.
Danny didn't listen, he was going to see something that not many people had the chance to see.
Mille was dressed in her Sunday's best. She still looked like herself in life, though her skin was covered in dirt and her blonde locks had a few earthworms dangling from them.
"Danny, we should leave," Jack warned Danny.
Danny didn't tell Jack that he had another reason to be here and see if Jack was right. Danny had always loved Mille since they were schoolchildren. He wanted to see her for the last time and he was seeing her.
"Millie," Danny spoke her name with love and regret.
She didn't respond instead she walked closer to him. Her face had a grim smile plastered on it.
"I just wanted to say that I have always loved you." He could finally say it, though it was a little too late.
Millie placed her dead hand on his shoulder and it looked like she was about to kiss him.
"Run, Danny," Jack screamed. He was already by the cemetery gate.
Danny was going for the kiss but saw her teeth. They weren't like normal human teeth, but instead, each was like little razors. He finally got enough sense to run towards the gate.
Jack quickly unlocked the gate and ran for his life. Danny wasn't too far behind him.
"Come back Danny, this is my only night with you," Mille yelled from afar. It wasn't her voice though it was a deep growl. Her face wasn't human anymore, it was wrinkled and a deep red. It was like the color of the devil that you saw in medieval illustrations.
"So now do you believe me?" Jack turned and asked Danny.
"Yeah, I do. I think next year I'll just stick to handing out candy," Danny answered with a deep breath.
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