I spun around in my swivel chair, waiting for inspiration to come. I stopped in front of my desk, where my laptop sat, waiting for me to start writing. I turned around and looked out the window, where my old neighbor Carl Robinson was putting up fake spider webs on his porch. Old Carl loved Halloween and it amused me. I looked to the left of his house and saw the Dalton kids, the three boys, wrestling on their front lawn. In their Halloween costumes.

I had decided to go against a costume this year: I was too old. But I was kind of regretting it after looking at my neighbors. But Halloween was tomorrow. Too late for any elaborate plans.

An idea began to form in my head, like a spider weaving a web, one idea going to another. Murderous little kids! I began to type, fast as lightning. Then... inspiration stopped. I groaned and pushed away from the desk, rolling backward. I will never be a good writer if I couldn't even form a Drabble for a Wattpad Halloween event!

I looked out the window again. Carl had finished the faux webs. He looked up at me and waved. I waved back.

"How are you, Meg?" he called.

"Not too great," I called back. "I need to write something and I'm stuck."

Carl nodded thoughtfully and twirled his grey beard. "Writer's block. Hmmm... Can't help you there!" He waved and disappeared into his house. I chuckled and rolled back to my laptop. Carl always was a bit eccentric. I flexed my fingers and poised them to type.

Screaming and squealing jerked me from the zone. I jumped out of my chair and stomped to the window. On their lawn, the oldest Dalton kid was sitting on the head of the youngest one. I pulled my window close in a huff and returned to my computer. I squinted at the words in confusion.

My blood ran cold. I pushed away from my desk and stood up, leaving my chair spinning. "Not funny!" I yelled at the screen. I looked out the window and saw the whole neighborhood staring up at me.

"Are you all right, love?" Mrs. Lucas called. I waved with a strained smile. "I'm fine!"

I sat back at my desk and closed the Word doc. I googled 'Murder' and my address. I gasped when I saw my house and the headline, "One Stabbed in Quiet Neighborhood."

I pulled up the Word doc again and looked at it closer. I typed, "Who did it?"More words appeared like someone was typing them.

I was so freaked out, I didn't think twice. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. "Hello? I think my neighbor is planning a murder..."