It was the annual night of fright in the town of Nightville. James was doing the final touches to his costume before heading to a friends house party.
'Just a little bit more blood around the eyes, yup, Perfect', James said to himself while applying a thick red liquid to his face.
The night of fright was Nightvilles favorite time of year. Nearly all the residents would dress up for the festivities. Some people would even decorate their homes for the residents to explore. Nightville was a safe place. While the elderly handed out candy and toys for children, The adults would get together for a night of casual drinking. James was neither a child nor an adult, He was a teenager. A teenager who had just discovered alcohol.
James hopped into his old pickup and looked up at the family photo above his head clipped to the sun visor. The photo consisted of James, his mother and father. Part of the photo had been burnt. James' eyes began to swell with water. He took a deep breath, started his truck and proceeded to drive down the gravel road. He flicked on the radio to Nightvilles FM radio station. Being that James was quite a ways out of town he had to listen to it through copious amounts of static.
'PZZZ...People are already gathering... PZZZ... Zombies, vampires, ghosts... PZZZ.... Smiling faces everywhere', The radio said. 'PZZZ... Here's one for all the witches out there...PZZZ... Witchy Women by The Eagles... PZZZ'.
The radio would clear up a little after James hit pavement but He was used to the static on the radio and it didn't bother him. Music was better than the sound of gravel hitting the bottom of his truck anyway. He was tapping his steering wheel to the beat of the song. His headlights were dirty so the light didn't stretch far and the new moon provided zero backup for him to see. In the distance James saw a green glow coming from a large farm house. This was peculiar since the house seemed to spring up over night.
'Must be a Fright night haunted house', He thought, 'Weird that they put it up this far out of town'.
James was in no rush to get to the party so he decided to check out the glowing green house to get him in the Fright night spirit. He pulled up to the house and noticed the driveway was filled with vehicles. James found this to be even more peculiar since he hadn't seen any other vehicles driving on the road. He got out of his truck and eyed the house, It was much bigger than he previously thought. James knocked on the front door, in a flash the door swung open crashing against the wall of the house. James smiled.
'Nice job guys', James said referring to who ever built the attraction.
James took a few steps into the house, the floor boards creaking under his feet.
'It's really quiet for the amount of vehicles parked outside', thought James as he looked down the long dark hall.
Suddenly the door smashed closed causing him to Jump and turn around. The door was now gone.
'What the Fu-', James was cut off by the scream of a women in the next room.
'Hello!', James yelled to the next room.
'Where the hell is everybody?'
James walked slowly into the room, he was on his guard expecting something to jump out at him. Nothing did.
'Anybody here!?', He yelled to the darkness.
Suddenly he heard the scream again, but this time it was louder and coming from behind him. He turned around to see where the scream was coming from but there was nothing. The screaming didn't stop and got louder and louder until James could hear it in his head.
'Okay, I'm done, stop it please, you scared me, you win, I want out!', James fell to his knees and was holding his head.
'Please stop, PLEASE!'.
The screaming stopped and only silence remained.
'I gotta get out'a here', said James, 'This is too real'.
James ran to where the front door was only now it was just peeling wall paper. He didn't understand. He started banging on the wall.
'Somebody out there?!', He yelled, 'Anybody?! Please!'
Silence.
James ran back into the front room and looked out the window. The driveway that was filled with vehicles a moment ago was now empty, including James' pickup. He was shocked. He began to scream again. Tired from yelling James sat down on the window sill and hung his head.
'Please', He said under his breath.
The fireplace across the room lit up instantly covering the room in an orange glow. The light revealed to James that the room was the one from his childhood home. James stood up and walked toward the mantle above the fireplace, his eyes swelled with tears. He saw the same family photo that was clipped to his sun visor.