The lights were finally out.  All doors were closed.  Every soul in the house was resting in their sleep.  I could finally execute my plan.  It was November 1st at 12:55am.  Mom said no Halloween candy until tomorrow, but after that big haul of candy I collected during trick or treating, I couldn’t wait any longer.  It was like a dark magic pulling onto my strongest desires.

 

My parents were asleep now, so it was just me awake.  I sat up in my bed slowly, trying not to make any noise to ruin my heist.  I got up slowly and put on my socks so that I could easily slide along the wooden floors to avoid making any noise.  Slowly, I open my room door and see the cold, pitch black, empty hallway.  Down the hall on the right side were the stairs that will take me downstairs where my Halloween candy bag was.  However, across the stairway was the room where my parents resigned.  The door was slightly open.  I could only barely see the white door in the dark, but I knew it was there.  I had to be careful with my decisions.  I could either make a break for it in risk of waking them up due to the noise or go slowly in a chance of them catching me.  I slowly walked up to the stairway, keeping a close eye on the cracked-open door.  

 

I plant my foot down on the first step.  A creek from the old wood echoed through the house.  I froze in fear for my life.  I stood there in complete stillness in the quietly loud house that I was in.  After waiting for a while in my own silence, I pushed on and stepped on one more step.  This time, no noise came about.  I kept going forward in my attempted silence.  I was two steps away from reaching the bottom.  I couldn’t see the floor below me due to the lack of light.  In my attempt to step on the next step, I had missed and lost my balance.  I stumbled down the last two steps until making a loud thud against the cold floor downstairs.  Suddenly I hear the click.  I sit my face up from the floor to see my shadow.  I was no longer in darkness, for the light behind me shined bright.  I looked behind me and it came from the very room I tried my hardest to not disturb.  I tried to scramble myself up but I injured my ankle due to the fall.  I knew the feeling very well: I had twisted it.  It left me weak and gasping for air as I went through the pain.

 

I could hear the footsteps starting to form behind me.  I saw the silhouette of a human man from the shadow hanging on the wall.  I crawl over to my kitchen with every little ounce of strength I had left.  I crawl on the closet we keep our jackets in.  I had made it just in time as I had heard the footsteps enter the downstairs area.  It crept closer and closer to me with every second that went by.  My ankle was still in pain so I had to sit there and hold in all of the boiling outbursts of pain that I needed to release so badly.  The footsteps came in front of the closet and then stopped.  I thought I was done for sure.  I couldn’t see through the cracks of the door, so I didn’t know if the feet were still there.  I embraced myself for them to open the door, but the feet kept walking oddly.  I peeped through the open crack between the door and the doorway and suddenly a light came upon the darkness.  It was coming from the downstairs washroom.  Suddenly I remembered.  Our upstairs toilet has been broken for weeks and we haven't been able to contact anyone to fix it.  Whoever had come downstairs had to use the bathroom.  With all the power and will that I had left in my body, I exited the closet quietly and went back up the stairs.  I figured the candy wasn’t worth all this trouble once I managed to injure myself.