Emily’s fate: A short story

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Emily. Emily was a very adventurous person. Now, I say ‘was’ because she met a very terrible fate. A terrible, horrific fate. This takes place on Halloween night. There was no full moon; in fact, there was no moon at all. It was a new moon, the darkest Halloween night there had ever been. Emily was 11 and trick-or-treating with her friends. 

There was an old storm drain down the road.

“Let’s go in the storm drain,” one of Emily’s friends, named Ava, suggested. 

“Okay, let’s go,” Emily replied. 

Once they were at the old storm drain, one of Emily’s other friends, Okley, had a worried look on her face. “Are you sure we should do this?” she asked.

Emily was already on her hands and knees. “Of course! This is gonna be so fun,” she said, giddy with excitement. 

An eerie voice whispered, “Come in Emily, you know you want to.”

Emily looked into the storm drain with surprise. “Whoa, did you hear that?” Emily asked. 

“Only you can hear me, Emily,” the voice whispered. Without thinking, Emily started crawling into the storm drain. The deeper she went, the darker it got. Something yanked Emily’s arms out from under her and started dragging her on her stomach. Emily let out a shrill shriek. It got quieter, then the shriek got cut off. Not a sound, just cold, empty darkness. That’s the story of Emily’s fate.