Girl in the Polka-Dot Bedsheet

By Kyle Walker

“It’s not time yet, Alex,” said the girl in the polka-dot bedsheet.

“But they say it’s haunted!”

The bedsheet, eyeholes cut out, dragged on the ground as the girl followed Alex up the steps of the Callaway House.

“Trick or treat!” Alex shouted, knocking on the door.

The door of the Callaway House opened.

Alex screamed.

A mangled, rotting corpse in a polka-dot dress stood in the doorway.

The girl in the ghost costume turned to Alex, who continued to scream. She sighed as the polka-dot bedsheet fell away, revealing blinding light underneath.

“I told you, Alex. It wasn’t time yet.”