Behind the door

The floorboards groaned like a menacing beast. I stepped forwards. My heart raced. Sweat poured. My hands shook. I leaned forwards to open the door. Someone beat me to it. The door creaked open. My heart skipped beat. I saw dark eyes watching me from the corners. It was the cat. It was October the 31^st. I was out trick or treating. I was in for a trick with a deadly end.

                                                    By Ella Dougherty