User blog comment:CrashingCymbal/Halloween Writing Competition 2013/@comment-9078028-20131024031949

The Lady with the Veil



It was a cool summer night. The twinkling stars were shining under the silver moonlight making the clear night alive. The breeze was lightly blowing through the crowded New York streets. My parents had locked me in my tiny, attic room so I wouldn’t go to a Halloween party I was invited to. They won’t even let me give out candy tonight, because of my grades.



“Equations and more equations…” I mumbled trying to do my math homework.



A light breeze blew through my window and flipped the book pages over. I turned back to the page I was working on and then another, much stronger gust of wind blew the pages over again and made a mystical howl through the trees. the howls interwoven with the vibes of my loud music gave me a strange feeling about tonight.



I wondered why the wind had picked up all of a sudden and went to go close my window. Even when the window was closed I could still hear the wind howling like it was in the room. I sat back down at my desk and started doing my homework. I started to write down the equation in my notebook and the pages flipped again and the howling got even louder.



<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why can’t I just do my homework?” I asked and rolling my eyes in frustration.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The sounds stopped. There was no howling, no blowing, just the music. I flipped the pages back again. Thunder clapped and there was a great white flash lit the tiny room for a moment before the lights went out. It felt like the moment of thunder lasted forever. I sat in the dark, paranoid about the things lurking in the dark. “Don’t be stupid.” I thought to myself, “You’ve made it through every other night, storm, power outage, and ‘“haunted”’ Halloween.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I felt a cold hand, freezing, as if it were ice, touch my own. I screamed as the lights flicked on for a moment revealing a pale grey face of a lady with a thin veil covering her face. I saw her eyes. They were wide and a deep colour of bloody red. I was frozen and couldn’t stop staring at her.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Another flash of lightning accompanying with the biggest rumble of thunder made the lights flicker and go out again. The lights turned back on, the room was quiet and calm. I breathed heavily trying to calm myself from the near death experience I just faced. My hands were still trembling 30 minutes later. I decided to try doing my homework again. I opened the book back to the page of my homework.

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