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We were going to California to meet my cousin, Sam, when it happened.
We passed a yellow sign saying NEXT 4 MILES.
Above was a black car, with what looked like up-side down fangs closing in on the car. "I wonder what that means?" I asked Mum, confused. "Sometimes the road men get a little silly, dear and they try to scare people".
'Phew, what a releif,' I thought to myself. I unbuckled my seat-belt and laid my head down on my folded up jersey. I soon drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up the sky was dark. I looked at the clock, and the time 3:39 pm flashed in my face. 'Huh , that's strange, it's 3:40 and the sky is black' I thought to myself. 'Hmm maybe we are already in California, ' Nope.  fish fell on top of our windscreen, and Mum screamed. I looked out the window. "It's raining fish". I yelled at Mum, she didn't listen, she was already barfing. Then I saw why. Huge waves hovered on either side of us. I closed my eyes and waited for them to crash down on us. But they just wavered in their spots. Mum stopped barfing, but instead she started crying. "We're going to die!" She wailed.
When I looked out the window again, we passed a man with a hooded black cloak. he waves were about to tumble over us, but the man waved his staff and they re wound. "That's from R.I."That's Moses, That's Moses!" I yelled at Mum.

Trick or treating

"Trick or Treat!" I screamed at the door as an old man opened the it. He didn't have any lollies in his hand. "Sorry kids, I don't celebrate Halloween 'cause i'm.....Muslim!" He whispered in a scary, mysterious, tone. House after house, nobody seemed to celebrate Halloween.
I looked around, then looked at myself through the glass screen on my phone. Sam & Niamh, scary zombies with blood trickling down their shirts, Maxine, an undead doll, like Annabelle, and Aria, half pretty, half ugly, with a scar down the right side of her forehead like she had been shot. Then me, a girl with a dress and a witch hat, not really scary. I wanted to be a hag witch, with blood and wrinkles covering my face, but Dad refused. "I will not have you going round Cromwell with... well, that on your face!" He had answered when I showed him the picture.
"Race to the finish line?" I asked Aria. "Marks, set... GO!" She replied quickly. I ran as fast as I could, which that wasn't very fast with a cauldron full of lollies and a big, clumpy, costume. Aria finished first and rang the door bell. I got there just in time to see the person open the door. "Trick or treat!" I screamed at the door as an old man opened it