Halloween Blog

     It was Halloween night, and all of the kids were out in their costumes enjoying their night before school the next morning. However, for 21 year old Novak Svensson this night was a nightmare. Novak was doing his part in the community that night by handing out candy to all of the children who rang upon his doorbell. As the clock had just struck 1:00, Novak set aside his cask or sweets and set off for bed. All was going well right up until he heard a noise from his basement. Curious to seek said noise, he traveled sluggishly towards the flight of stairs.

     Novak approached the stairs and ever so carefully proceeded to walk down. He saw a young gentlemen creeping about in his basement trying to open up Novak's hidden safe. The young gentlemen had not noticed Novak due to the swiftness of his feet. Novak was shocked yet not frightened. Novak's intruder was distracted by the thick safe, so Novak had time to think about what he could do. He thought to himself two things: one being call 911, two being destroy him. Without a doubt in his wicked mind, Novak chose option number two and then continued to try and find a weapon. Novak was looking for something metal or sharp, basically something that could do the job quickly. Eventually he came across a sharp, rusty machete that he kept from his trip to Costa Rica. Novak quietly came around the corner seeing that the young gentlemen was still working on the safe. Novak then ran towards him, keeping his mouth closed, and swung with both hands at his neck. He was dead, but Novak continued to slice away until he say a blue, transparent cloud forming around the stranger's body. It was a ghost, the man's own ghost had risen from the body. Novak stood there in fear then reacted. Novak swung once at the ghost, with no affect, and then ran out his basement door. He had never been ever so scared in his lifetime.