The Halloween Curse

Last Halloween, my neighbor vanished, leaving behind a twisted symbol. Soon,

three more homes were marked, three more empty. We knew we had to follow

the trail. My friends and I followed the trail through the fog,

leading us to an old, overgrown cemetery. Standing at the rusted gates,

we found the masked figure. The costume wasn't a costume at all; the skin

moved wrong. Behind that mask were dozens of eyes, all belonging to

our missing neighbors, staring out from inside this thing. We ran, but Jake didn't

make it; his house has a symbol now. The police found nothing.