By Amira El-Khaouli

Opinion Editor

We strolled up to the science hall. It either was expertly decorated or ready to become blighted and I could easily understand why they had built a new one to replace this site. I didn’t want to go in, but try telling that to your friends as they pull you into the direction of certain doom and failure. They had heard stories of experiments gone awry inside.
I hadn’t been Halloween pranking in a long time, but I was sure that if the lights were out it meant no candy. As the moonlight glistened upon the fog captured among tangled spider-web adornment, I was assured that we would be crazy not to stop by. Holidays are mandatory and that was our motto. We were stocked with the cheapest kind of TP just to be dandy.
As we neared, it became apparent that the building was not vacant. A university cart sat just outside the building. We went inside and a were met with a pair of tiny eyes hanging as if foe. We neared and laughed as we realized that it was nothing but a spider. Something was off though.
I screamed because it was a black widow, the flashlights detected that it was actually quite large with a thick, red stripe on the side and a triangle pointing out in the shape of a P. Impossible, stated one member of the posse as she grabbed the thing and allowed it to walk upon her body. Moments pass and she screams when the thing bites her. She shakes it off and it implodes upon the floor in a mess of bloody.
This time, human eyes peer out of the darkness and we taunt the figure with why it is just looking. Get help. This is dangerous. Then the flashlights detect a shift in the atmosphere. The cobwebs shake to reveal more spiders were coming.
I grabbed a hand and ran to the front door and shoved a friend into the seat of the golf cart. As I pulled away, it shrank into the size of something you buy for children. My friend was still life-size but struggled to escape from the compressed enclosure. Now, spiders seem to have escaped and a new web entangled the universe. As I could see, on looked the on-looking onlooker.
I had no choice but to wave my arms as they grew sticky and tangled. I fell to the floor and knew I would never be free. As I gasped for b-b-b-breath, the spiders grew near and the onlooker said, “Happy Halloween.”