`On Halloween Night'
One Halloween night, after we'd gone trick or treating, my sister and I were watching the “Simpsons Treehouse of Horror.”
We were eating candy while we watched. I was having gummy bears and Skittles and Tootsie Rolls, savoring the sweet tastes. My jaw hurt from how chewy they were. My sister was eating M&Ms, pouring them all into her mouth at once, chewing them up and sticking her tongue out to show me how gross it was.
My sister poured her candy bag out, turning the pillowcase upside down. As the candy was pouring out, she saw a sparkling bar in the pile. It was the size of a
Snickers bar, but the wrapper was purple and green, with a light shining from inside. I looked inside my bag and said, “Hey, I have that too!” So I pulled mine out and we looked at them together. In white writing on the glowing wrappers, it said “ZOMBIE BARS.” We opened them at the same time, and I counted down: three … two … one … now!. We both took a bite.
The candy was delicious, like chocolate but even creamier. After I swallowed a bite, I didn't feel so good. I felt like I was going to throw up; my stomach felt like there was something pounding on it from the inside. I told my sister.
She didn't feel good either. She was bent over on the floor holding her stomach with both hands. Then something burst out of my stomach!
It was a green hand, with blood spattered on it. Its fingernails were yellow and cracked. Then another hand reached out, its fingers grasping at the air. The hands wrapped around my sides and pushed, and a zombie came out!
Somehow, the hole disappeared, healing completely.
“Maya, are you seeing this?” I said to my sister.
She didn't say anything— she had a zombie coming out of her stomach too.
We both started screaming and we sprinted out of our front door. Our parents were at a party down the street and we wanted to go get them. The zombies burst through the door, chasing after us. We didn't know what to do. We ran as fast as we could, hoping we'd reach our parents in time. My sister was crying as hard as she could and I was screaming as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear me and come help us. But the street was silent — except for our terror.
We looked back, and saw the zombies were gaining on us.
In movies, zombies are really slow, but these ones were fast. We ran for our lives, but their dead hands reached out and grabbed onto my back. They pulled me close to them. I could smell rotten flesh and brussels sprouts. They bit me on the neck, sinking their teeth into my skin. It was painful and I started crying.
I looked at my hands. My skin started turning green.