I dare you to go into Mr. Carib’s house, says my friend Isa. Mr. Carib is the street’s creep. He gives off the weirdest vibes and there are scary rumors about him. After this spooky night, I would believe one of them. I step up on his front porch then ring the door bell as i sweat profusely. A crinkly pale hand then cracks open the front door of the old, crusty, and dirty mansion. What do you want? T-trick or t-treat..? I feel a shock as Mr. Carib’s dead eyes stare at me. Take this, i have no need for it. Now go home…Now! My friend and i rush out of the front porch. 2 hours later, i am finally home. at the very bottom of my pillow sack that is full of candy, another small sack with a very greasy bottom lays there. I pick it up, curious of what contents may be inside. The bag smells horrible and feels hot and cold. I open up the sack to see a bunch of maggots feasting on a human liver. My friend overlooks my shoulder and her face turns pale. I sickly call the police. When the police arrive at Mr. Carib’s home, the investigate Everywhere. But then a cop opens up the fridge to only then see 3 bodies in there, all of them torn into pieces with bite marks. I walk into the dusty and musty house as a cop is leading me in as I hold the sack that holds the liver. All the police and I turn around to see Mr. Carib fleeing the scene. The cops run out of the house and jump in there cars as one tells me to go home, as they will be back shortly. I go home and change into my sleepwear. I slide into my computer desk chair and click on google. Then i look up ” Carib”. I see that Caribs means, cannibal. My screen goes blurry and old, cold, and wrinkly hands cover my face. I pass out. I wake up to see police all around me. they tell me what he has done.
Author: Holly Gilpatric