Dance With the Devil

It was a beautiful October morning, the thirty first day of October to be precise. Every one in the town was getting ready to be dazzled at the churches Halloween dance. Every year the small town in Colorado would have one. This year little did everyone know, would it be the most unforgettable one ever. Emily wasn’t the most popular girl, she wasn’t the most pretty, and she wasn’t much of anything really. Emily didn’t want to go to the dance, he mother told her she needed to go to the dance to be more social. She went for the sake of her mother. As soon as she got there the music started and every one was suddenly asked to dance, well every one except her. She was every emotion that comes with embarrassment. Emily went and sat by herself, sat in a white chair and imagined all the evil in the world on all the prettier girls and there dates, and her gorgeous hero who would come save her then the unthinkable happened. A tall dark man dressed in white from head to toe walks in the double doors. All the other girls are taken breathless; she looks at him disappointed because she knows he will never notice her. He takes Emily by the hand, she is motionless, and in his strong arms she sways numbingly. In the middle of the dance her palm and waste start to burn. She screams and steam comes out her side. Emily turns to her hero, only to see him as Satan. He is in black now and his pig like hooves are burning into the wood in the church floor.