October Writing Prompts- Pinterest List by ZellyKatArt
October 16- Boo
Genna and Samara giggled as they walked hand in hand in front of their moms at the mall. Genna moved her head from side to side in order to make her black hair that was in pigtails bounce. Samara laughed and did the same, making her long, dark brown hair dance around her shoulders. Their moms chatted behind them until they came to a clothing store.
“Girls, this way,” Genna’s mom said before they walked inside.
The girls followed and looked at a few cute dresses while their moms walked to the back, where they could find clothes in their size. “Pick out a few to try on, hunny,” Samara’s mom said.
“Okay,” they said together before they walked around, looking.
Samara grabbed some jeans, a few shirts, and three dresses that were purple, red, and yellow. Genna picked out some jeans and shirts, too, but she picked out three dresses that were pink, orange, and green. They giggled and ran off to find their moms. They handed their moms the clothes and went to sit down to wait for their moms to finish shopping.
“Let’s play a game,” Samara said as she watched a few kids walk by, eyeing the girls.
Genna clapped her hands. “Oh yes, let’s play a game.” She watched a few others as they hurried past them. “What should we play?”
Samara jumped up. “Let’s play follow the leader.” She placed her hands on her hips. “I’ll be the leader first.”
Genna got up and pouted. “You always get to be the leader first. Can I be the leader first this time?” She clasped her hands together and pleaded with her best friend.
“Okay, you can go first this time,” Samara said as she got behind her best friend. “Let’s go. And make it fun.” She gave Genna a wicked grin.
Genna returned the grin, and the two set off through the store, hopping, running, skipping, and whatever else Genna thought up. She ran backwards and made a face at a few people, scaring them. Samara did the same, and the girls sent a few people running out of the store. Genna lead for a few minutes and then they swapped. Samara stuck her head inside a changing room. “BOO!”
Genna laughed and stuck her head in, yelling, “BOO!”
The woman ran out of the changing room, screaming. She had her clothes and purse clutched over her. She had been in the middle of changing when the girls had scared her and took off in only her undergarments. Genna and Samara chased after her, still yelling boo. They raced past their moms, who were still looking over the clothes. They were slow, pushing the dresses to the side as they looked them over. They didn’t pay their children any mind, and no one approached them to complain.
Samara and Genna turned their attention to a few kids. They were bunched together, staring at them. They looked frightened. Genna and Samara grabbed each other’s hands and ran at the group. “Boooooooooo!”
The kids turned and raced to find their parents, sobbing. Samara and Genna stopped when the parents rushed them out of the store. Everyone was almost gone except for their moms, them, and a few staff members. The girls returned to their moms and sat down. They were bored since there was no one else to scare.
Genna’s mom turned and the clothes she had been holding for her daughter were gone. The same happened when Samara’s mom looked at her daughter. Behind them, there was a groaning sound, then an explosion. The entire store went up in flames that devoured the girls, their moms, and the few staff members.
After the fire subsided, Genna and Samara stood at the front, completely burned, and watched as people walked past, unaware of the fire. Their moms joined them and placed a hand on their shoulders. The staff joined them last, and they waited until the flames disappeared before they walked out of the store and headed for the exit.
“Mommy, will we ever get out of here?” Genna asked.
Her mom looked down sadly at her daughter. “I don’t know, sweety. Hopefully, one day. Until then, you and Samara keep scaring people out of the store so they don’t see what we see. They might be scared of ghosts, but who knows what would happen if they saw the flames coming at them.” She brushed her little girl’s hair back. “We might be stuck here after our deaths in the explosion, but we don’t want anyone else living to see the explosion and get hurt running away, now do we? Remember what happened when we first relived our death and there were a few living people in the store? It was a mess and people got hurt.”
“I remember, mommy,” Genna said. “I felt bad when that lady tripped and hit her head.” She glanced over to where a lady stood, a gash on the back of her head. “I wish she had moved on and wasn’t stuck.”
The lady smiled at Genna and turned to talk to a friend who had also been killed during the reenactment of the mall explosion. Genna looked back to see others who were there that day several years ago walk out of their stores, burned beyond recognition, walk down to the exit and vanish through the door. They would all return next week on the same day, a Thursday, to scare out people all over again. The scared folks would rush out of the store, stop, then continue on as if nothing had happened. The staff would return from their lunch or wherever they go during the explosion and act as if they had been in the store the entire time.
Genna looked at Samara. “At least we’re good at scaring people, aren’t we, Samara?”
Samara giggled, then jumped in front of them. “BOO!”