Agony of Anjali

        The warm autumn leaves danced with the wind as Anjali rode her skateboard home from school. It was Halloween day and all she could do was think about going trick or treating. Anjali had moved into the town of Black Cross, one week prior, and was excited to explore ‘the world’s most haunted town’. She quickly suited up into her vampire costume and raced out, quickly shutting the door with a loud bang. She set off through her community with her bright, orange, pumpkin bucket, and started making her rounds. After a tiresome streak through the houses on her lane, she arrived at the last one. It was a strange house; dark and gloomy, in a gothic style. No one was around it, but Anjali didn’t ponder much about it. ‘More candy for me!’ she thought to herself. She carefully made her way up to the entryway, careful to avoid the bones lying around. She lifted her hand to knock on the door when she heard a loud thud, woeful waling following soon after. Anjali stepped inside, determined to figure out what was wrong. Once she entered the house, the moans of agony stopped and the door slammed shut with a bang. The poor girl didn’t know she was about to experience a living nightmare. 

       Anjali was startled by the loud boom from the door and immediately knew something was wrong. She ran to the door, floorboards creaking, and clawed at the locks, but the door didn’t budge. Her unsteady pants filled the eerie silence as she began hyperventilating when suddenly a loud crash brought her back to her senses. Anjali knew something fishy was going on and decided to explore the house. She cautiously climbed the squeaky stairs and made her way onto the upper level of the house. She shifted from room to room, trying to figure out what was going on when a demonic hiss echoed through the hallway. She tip-toed down the hallway, careful not to make any noise, till she arrived at a large, steel door. She peered underneath, looking for any clue when a bloodcurdling scream erupted from the other side and a burst of maniacal laughter rang. Blood cascaded from under the door, and Anjali broke into a cold sweat. She ran down the stairs, determined to escape this nightmare house when she ran into a tall, cloaked figure. She backed up into a wall getting into a fighting stance. She wasn’t trained, but you got to fake it till you make it right She consoled herself as she moved forward. The figure started to slowly approach Anjali, and suddenly, it braced her neck. A sharp sting pulsed through her body and Anjali winced. The figure retreated and started to slowly remove its cloak while a shiver ran down Anjali’s spine as she made contact with its eyes; they were blood red.
      Anjali was shaking in her boots, trying to stay conscious. She knew her attacker had done something to her. She tried to stay afoot, but her knees were jelly. She glared at her assailant with a menacing stare, but it just smirked, amused by Anjali’s antics. Anjali fell, unable to hold herself up when her mouth began softly tingling. The gentle tingle erupted into a fierce throbbing; it felt like someone was pulling her teeth out! Two of her teeth fell out, into the palm of her hand. Anjali cried out in anguish while her captor just stared at her. Her body began to shake and break into a spasm. She shrieked out again as claws tore through her skin, and two new fangs ripped through her mouth. Her eyes dilated, and out of the blue, everything just stopped. Her attacker’s voice rang out, breaking her out of her daze, “Welcome to the community of the undead, and now your transformation is complete!” Anjali was discombobulated. What did the strange man mean?’ she thought to herself.The man held up a mirror and she was shocked by her reflection. She now had red eyes, just like him

Story prompt:

Everyone always talks about the old haunted house at the end of the street, so one day, I decided to go check it out. I couldn’t believe what happened when I went inside.



Darshita Rakam – 11th grade

Darshita is hardworking, dedicated, and best of all, self-motived. Her sincerity towards her work is commendable. She always ruminates on her assigned task, and then uses a combination of intense thinking and writing to compose her stories, essays, and poems. Her handwriting is a joy to read!