The Cry of a Vulture

Caw! Caw! A black bird flew past my window. I opened the curtains more as I peered out my window into the night. I watched, ever to silently, as a young boy argued with his mother.

"That was just a bird honey. Why don't you go ring this house's doorbell," the mother said.

"Mom! That place is haunted! They say it's the house of a witch!" exclaimed the boy.

"Now Billy, don't be so ridiculas. Behind that door is a loevely old lady. No witches. Go ring the doorbell."

"But Mom!"

"Don't you want more candy? Just do it Billy."

It was Halloween night and everywhere I looked there were children. Bratty little kids; always wanting candy. Without a care in the world. Billy was right to be afraid. He had heard stories of me. I was sure. There wasn't a child in town who hadn't. I watched Billy with a look of sheer terror be lead to my front door. I muffled a cackle. Unknownly Billy's mother had lead her son to his death. Last night as I lay in bed I had conceiced a plan to rid myself of these hideous children for good. Now that the time had come to execute my plan I could hardly contain myself. The doorbell sounded as I hastily made my way to the entry. The door opened with a creak.

"Hello sweety. What can I do for you>" I asked in the sweetest voice I could muster.

"Trick..." his voice broke, "Trick-or-treat."

"Have a candy," I picked up a bowl of sweets and showed it to hime.

"Thank you," he said grabbing one.

"Have a good evening," his mother said as she started to walk back down the path.

I closed the door. Oh the triumph. The mother of that horrible boy and all the other mothers of this town won't know what happened. Tomorrow when they wake up to find their precies child dead! The sound of their crying will drown out all the birds and morning sounds. Oh how smart was I. Shortly after I had bought the candies I had cunningly poisoned every single one of them. No one would know it was me! How could they? It was just as likely to be any other person in town. There would be no more laughing children in this town! I pulled the blinds shut and strolled into my bedroom. I had done enough work for the night. I could hardly wait for morning to come. The last sound I heard as I drifted off to sleep was the cry of a vulture.

If you couldn't tell I spent about ten minutes on that. I got the project and it was due the next morning. If you're wondering why it is such a creepy story it's because we chose ten words from A Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe and then had to use them in a story.