There was a Teenlit Halloween contest on the forum I visit and so I created two entries. I was only allowed to enter one, so I thought I’d share the other one here. I actually liked this one a bit better, but couldn’t get it how I wanted it in time. It’s still pretty rough, but I’m too lazy to work on it anymore. : -P
***Bonus points if you know where the picture came from***
Halloween Sucks
Another Halloween, I thought with disgust.
I reached up and threaded my fingers into my hair. It was down to the middle of my back, so curling it was no joke. I’d taken a lot of care to place the pins just so – crisscrossed little sections all along my scalp. It took me over an hour to get them in and I had to sleep like a mummy so that they wouldn’t get displaced. It still had the perfect curl that it did the day I died.
I should have been celebrating my 69th birthday this year, but instead, I was eternally 16 – frozen like a Popsicle in the year 1956.
Thankfully, I was in a sort of limbo for the majority of the year and stayed oblivious to time continuing around me. I guess some great being thought it would be a riot to have me rise again zombie-style on Halloween. It was almost poetic, if you were Alfred Hitchcock.
Normally, I saw no point in reliving Night of the Living Dead and I spent the holiday hidden by my tombstone, but that was going to change starting tonight. I was sick of the hand I’d been dealt, and I was lonely.
As if on cue, I heard a girl and boy running through the cemetery, both giggling nervously. 
“Eek, Jacob! This place is so creepy!”
“Yeah, that’s kind of the point,” he said, pulling her close to his side. I stayed hunched close to the ground, hidden by the thickening fog.
He was handsome in an all-American sort of way and she just looked fast. Jacob ran his fingers along the girl’s face and leaned in to kiss her. She sighed as she fell into his mouth.
Why teenagers thought a cemetery was a good place to make out was beyond me, though that idea wasn’t a new one. It’s what Harold had convinced me to do the night I was killed.
“I’ll protect you from the big, bad ghosts,” he’d reassured me. If only he’d been able to.
I shuddered as the memories of that night flooded my mind, but forced myself to remain in the present. The teen lovers were on the ground totally engrossed with one another. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up in a sinister way.
Pulling my skirt up a bit as I stood, I inched closer to them. Jacob was on top of the girl, so she was the first to see me. Her eyes lazily opened at first, but when they rested on my ghostly appearance, they grew wide with fear. She threw Jacob off of her and turned to run away. She’d sensed the danger, but he stayed frozen on the ground.
I let her go – it wasn’t her I was interested in.
I cocked my head to the side and grinned as he turned to face me. Oh yes, he was going to make a perfect forever boyfriend.
I would venture a guess… but you already told me. ;)
Very cool draft! I’d like to see where you take it in the edits! In my opinion, I’d recommend a little less info from her POV, maybe switch to third and make it a little more vague. It’s creepier if the reader doesn’t know too much, but just enough.
And why do I think that that picture is from an episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark??
You know, I think you are right! That would fix the stuff that was bugging me most. Good suggestion, I appreciate it!!
And it is! Ding-ding-ding! I loved that show. This was from my favorite episode. :-P
Cool story. Some questions unanswered though… I wanted to know how the 16-year old died in the cemetary. You teased us then never went back to it. Boo hoo!
I know, I had that info in there, but then had to start cutting words to get it down to 500! lol I told ya it was rough. : -P