By: Lynlee G. Crouch
It was a rather sunny day. The wind blew through the trees as the bushes brushed together. It Was crisper than the toast I ate that morning as the leaves fell with assorted colors. Halloween was near and so was the pumpkin patch. Every year my family goes to the pumpkin patch. We hopped in the car to drive the long distance to Last standings pumpkin patch. My siblings giggled as I sat in peace on my dad’s old cassette tape listening to scruffle as the man on the other end talked.the muffled voice began to faint as we pulled into the pumpkin patch. The pumpkins were arranged from large to small from fresh to rotten. I carefully chose my pumpkin and plopped it in the wagon. I went back to listening to my dad’s old cassette tape as the muffled voice began to shift into a clear voice. It was no longer the muffled voice from before it turned into a clear voice of a child.
The child’s voice got louder even if I turned down the cassette tape. “ Lucy, I'm in the wagon,” the voice said. Shivers went down my spine as the voice of the child disappeared back into the muffle of the cassette. The man began to speak again as the muffle grew more silent everytime. Finally we were on our way home. I turned up the cassette tape. Lucy, I'm in the trunk,” the voice said . A few shivers went down my spine as the voice once again disappeared into the muffle of the cassette. It was late. I should go to bed, I told myself. It was about 10:30, about another 2 hours to go.
I was woken to hear the muffle of my dad’s old cassette. I must have not turned it off, I said to myself. I put on the ear plugs as the muffled voice spoke. “ Lucy, I'm sitting next to you,” said the clear voice of the child who still seemed to be talking into my cassette. A few shivers rolled down my back as the goose bumps on my arms began to fade just like the child's voice. When I arrived home that night I went straight to bed. A few minutes later I heard it. “ Lucy, I'm on the first step,” the voice of the child grew louder. The voice continued until it reached the thirteenth.” Lucy im at the top,” the voice began to grow louder. The voice grew louder and louder as it reached my door. “ Lucy, I'm at your door,” the voice said. The voice grew so loud I could no longer hear the beat of my heart I had heard once before.
“ Lucy, I'm in your room,” the voice said. My heart began to race and my head began to sweat. I felt as if it was the end. I was too young and I couldn't die. Or could i. “ Lucy, I'm in your bed,” my heart was no longer racing but instead it was pounding out of my chest. I pulled the covers over my head. “ Lucy, I'm pulling off your covers,” the voice said. The voice did in fact do that and no one saw lucy moore ever again.