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The Twin By Hannah Johnson October 27, 2022 It was midnight, and my family left me at the house while they went trick-or-treating. “I’m too old to play dress up. You guys go without me.” Little did I know I would regret not going. Choosing to enjoy and not take my alone time this Halloween for granted, I decided to binge horror movies. “The Conjuring” was my first choice, and it was perfect. I had popcorn, sodas, chips, and candy piled about. “Who needs kids’ traditions when you have this?” I spoke to myself. The movie was coming to an end, and I needed to use the bathroom. As soon as I placed my popcorn bucket down, a sound came from the kitchen. The living room was around a few corners from the kitchen, so I couldn’t see it from where I was sitting. I froze in my spot. “Dad?” I spoke but received no answer. The sound of pots and pans burst from the kitchen. I jumped back in my seat and pulled my legs against my chest. “This isn’t funny, you guys!” I shouted. The noises of pots stopped, but the other sounds didn’t. Cabinets flew open, and I heard the microwave start. I refused to stay downstairs any longer. I ran up the stairs, avoiding looking at the kitchen, and threw open the staircase door. I speed-walked past the hallway but hesitated when something caught my eye. I stopped in front of my sister’s bedroom. Her door was left open, which it never was, and she sat on her bed staring at me. Now, at this moment I knew there was no way it could be her. Not only was she not home, but this version didn’t have on her scary makeup, zombie costume, and matted hair. I turned to face the girl who slowly smiled at me. “Hi, Hannah,” the ghost spoke. I knew it was a ghost, I just knew it was! My sister could not already be home and changed from her clothes. There’s no way she’s taken a shower and cleaned herself from the horror. There’s no way! I kept telling myself these things in my head, but the rest of my body refused to believe them. I ran from my spot in front of her room and into mine. I jumped on my bed and curled in the corner. “This isn’t real. This isn’t real,” I said aloud to myself. I sat on my bed in the dark, refusing to get up to turn on the light in case the girl would still be there. What if she was watching me right now? What if she was in this very room? I saw headlights cast along my wall, alarming me that my family was now home. I jumped from my bed and ran to my door. As soon as my hand touched the doorknob, I felt another get placed on my shoulder and trace my hair. I snapped around to catch the ghost in the act, but nothing was there. I don’t know how long I was frozen in that place, or if my family had even truly come home yet, but I was brought back to reality when I heard screams from downstairs. Running, I believed I was about to save my family from a horrible ghost disguised as my sister. I opened the staircase door and ran into the kitchen where everyone stood. Looking around, we all gasped at the pans lying on the floor, the trashcan knocked over, and the cabinets wide open. “Hannah, what have you been doing?” My step-mom asked. Everyone turned to me but my voice was caught in my throat. How can I explain to them that my sister did it and she never really left home with them at all? I will never forget that Halloween night. I never since have stayed home alone, and if I ever am, I stay hidden in my room against the wall so no girl will touch my hair.