Halloween Short Story

Dalin Sao

A Halloween Short Story

31. 10. 2017

Reality From Nightmare

As I carefully entered the haunted house, the door shut behind me and I got this spine-chilling feeling all over my body. I saw a flash of light blinks about 2-meters away from where I am standing. Blop! The light disappears with a soft sound. I closed my eyes, raised both of my hands up trying to grab what’s in front of me. I touch something rough! Something stringy! It felt like someone’s hair. It was moving! I screamed terrifyingly. Then suddenly I shut up for a second to examine the environment I was in. I could feel a drop of water slipped through my shoulder. Then I smelled something wicked! I didn’t know what to expect. The house was genuinely dark. I can’t even see lights that are supposed to shine through the shiny glass. As I was staring hard at what’s in my hands the lights just came back on and it was a clown! “MOM!” I screamed horribly! I sprint as hard as I could to get away from the clown to get a bat I was ahead of me. All of a sudden, my legs froze. I can’t lift both of my lefts. It was trapped from the greasy hands of the clown. The clown started to drag me further and further away from my destination until the clown met its enemy. The clown’s enemy was a man, a handsome one. I couldn’t believe why. He flung a bat and hit the clown on its head. The clowned receded its way back underground. The man handed me his hand and whispered, “I am here for you! I am here to help you.” I hand over my hands to him slowly. As soon as it gets 5-cm as close to his hands he grabbed me and pulled a knife from his belt and stabbed me in the stomach. I woke up! There were sweats and tears, but now blood. But as soon as I looked straight to the door of my room I saw a silhouette of someone standing there. That object was moving! Closer it comes. And it was a ghost! I woke up! I looked up at the ceiling And then I can feel someone dragging me again. I remembered setting an alarm at 12:00am so that I can scare my family. I was dragged and the alarm started to alarm. I screamed for help but no one heard me. My legs were being chopped off. And the last thing I remember was the face of that murderer fades until I blanked out. I was living in my nightmare.

AP Statistics

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AP Statistics is a college-level high school statistics course offered in the United States through the College Board’s Advanced Placement program1.  This year a group of Liger students (23 in total) is challenging themselves to take this college-level course with an intention of also taking the test for college credit. By taking this course I’ve definitely developed different methods to learn effectively independently since I spent a lot of time outside of school learning the math terms and concepts.