“Appearances can be Deceiving”
We all together as a family joyfully entered the new house that my parents had just bought in which I would finally have my own bedroom; so the first thing I did when we had arrived was ask which room was going to be my bedroom. The move was on a long weekend which made things much more complicated than expected. However, it was all worth it since in the end I got to pick the curtains and wall colors for my room. Monday came along and with it came an arrival at a new school which was a little far from home. Once at school a lady just popped out of nowhere and asked me “Young lady, are you new here?” to which I responded “Yes ma’am.” “Well then, may I please have your full name and grade?” “Angela Rodriguez and I am in 12th grade.” “Alight then Ms. Rodriguez, you will be in room 13 with Mr. Albert Machete for your religion class.” “Thanks”, I said. I left and headed toward class in room 13. But on my way there I was thinking why they hadn’t given the Religion class a different room number instead of 13 which seem very ironic to me. My first impression was that of an antique and forgotten prison. Along the hallways there where gigantic windows like those of a prison and to make matters worse you could hear the screams and noise that every single one of the students was making which sounded like screams of disparity and help to my ears. Upon entering the classroom I was surprised by what I saw, a young handsome gentlemen who claimed to be Mr. Machete The day continued normaly. When I was leaving I saw that everybody was dressed in white clothes which made me go home a little bewildered. At bed time I remembered that they were all dressed in white and since the night was cold and the moon was full I imagined that they where ghosts. But, my biggest surprise was getting to school the next day and seeing the tallest tree by the entrance weeping. Everyone said that around Halloween time that this tree reincarnates in Madame Lucia a former school principal who had died years ago.Everything was so strange and scary for me since witch’s night which was on October 31was approaching. Moving to the new house had been pleasant, but the school experiences were quite the opposite, traumatic and horrible. Now I was not sure that I was going to the right school.
Thursday at lunch time I could see the hair of some children and teachers changed color and was falling off so, I quickly ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror but my hair was fine. Each day that passed was a new craze. Friday finally arrived and I was surprised to see that some teachers had green or purple eye as if they were beaten in the face while one of my classmates was bleeding from her ear, the school secretary had and his face disfigured, and Tom the gardener had a hole in his leg that see through. So, I decided to go to the back patio to scream and to breathe since I felt like I was drowning. Then and only then was when my mother woke me with a face of astonishment and said “Angela you had a nightmare where screaming and are sweating like a dog was chasing you furiously.” It was when I woke up scared and told my mother I had a nightmare, “never ever think I’ll go to the house of horror. What a nightmare!