I woke up exhausted in my mum’s huge bedroom at the time which seemed like evening. I felt different thuds in my head and I groaned. From groaning I started panicking. Then I shrieked with fright. I felt so much pain and discomfort. My mum came running into her room, panicking along with me.
‘What’s wrong, Christy?” she asked with alarm while lifting me up in her warm arms.
“My head…” were the only words that could come out from my mouth.
As fast as lightning, my mother hurriedly carried me to her red car in the outdoor garage.
She kept me at the front seat and strapped me with the black seat-belt kept at the side of the car door. She forgot her phone, so she had to quickly run inside the house to get it. A few minutes had passed and the sky was getting darker and spooky. My whole body was throbbing then. I had later realized that it was a Halloween night. Neither of my family and our neighbours were interested in Halloween and I, specifically, had samhainophobia (the fear of Halloween). My throat felt dry and my chest was hurting me. I was pretty sure that my mum had spent over ten minutes. I felt so weak and numb, which made me nearly pass out. I had to overcome the pain and fear and look for my mum. As I reluctantly removed the seatbelt strap from my body, I took a really deep breath. I cautiously opened the door and set my feet outside. I stood up from the car seat hesitantly and I was relieved that I had done step one of my ‘Mission: Impossible’
I took a glance around my surroundings and took two steps slowly. After a couple of steps, I reached the door at last. I thought I saw something at the top of the door, but I wasn’t sure; it was quite dark at that time. But as I turned on the outdoor lights, I froze. I screamed at an unusual high pitch– louder I could even think of. I saw my mum’s head nailed to the front of the door. I heard fading voices calling my name, each getting louder each time. At the fifth call, I felt a weird sensation on my right shoulder and I turned to see a creature with five heads and a thin torso. No legs, no face. It seemed like an evil spirit or something. With that sight, I screamed louder and attempted to run away. Where? I didn’t know. Just away from that nasty and hideous view. I just kept running for what seemed like an eternity, until I felt something hard and brittle hit my head. I fell flat to the ground and everything started to fade away. By the time I opened my eyes I found myself laying on the lounge couch with my mum sipping coffee nearby. I guess it was just a nightmare – or was it?