Halloween Scare

"I don't want to go!" yelled Malik as I strictly dragged him behind me. There is no way you're going to ruin this for me, I thought. Even though my brain was ordering me to go home, my great desire for candy lead me to a street that was believed to be haunted: Jacko Drive.
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4 HOURS EARLIER

Malik and I put on our costumes to trick-or-treat on a windy Halloween night. Malik's costume was a boring, white ghost sheet over his head. It was pretty bad because anyone could see his brown hair, sky blue eyes, and freckles when he wore the costume.Luckily, mine was a little more creative. I had the perfect headless horseman costume, simply because since there were eye holes in a suit I had, then my head could be in my shirt while I carry a jack-o-lantern (for a spooky affect). The best part was that I could scare people and they won't know who I am. They can't see my black, short hair, my monster-green eyes, and not even my super-small ears! Before we left, our mom screamed, "Don't leave our street!" After a reluctant, "Okay," me and my smaller sibling started our journey.

At every house, the resident complimented my creepy creation. "Wow! That's a great costume," and "What a creative costume!" were common comments that were said. They rewarded me with truckloads of my favorite candy. Huge chocolate bars, like Kit-Kat and Hershey, and Willy Wonka treats entered my bag at every house. Each candygiver filled my bag with candy and my heart with joy and buoyance. Malik, however, got a different outcome.

His sheet didn't work that good for him. Everyone did not even notice it and just gave him "old people candy," like peppermints. Malik despised this, so by the end of the street, he became a brick wall in my path to recieving tons of candy. He kept saying, "I wanna go home," and " Can we go now?" After our 12th house, I basically caried him the rest of the way.
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As I dragged Malik down Jacko Street, he started to become a real pain in the butt. He began to cry like a 3 year old who lost his favorite toy, and he threw meaningless punches. I noticed, while this all happened, that all the lights were off. " That's weird," I silently stated. At this point, Malik probably noticed too, because he stopped his awkward attempts to stop me.

The wind suddenly started to claw at my costume with intense velocity. While I put up my hand to keep it from blowing my face off, I heard whispers being carried by the wind. "Whose there?" I yelled. My heart started to race indefinitely and my legs quaked with fear. Maybe I should go home now, I thought. But when I turned around, I gasped when I saw the sheet on the floor, empty and dancing in the wind.