- Read all of them.
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- Email me with your choice for the winning entry. email@example.com
- Eat halloween candy and cuddle up by the fire until the winner is announced.
by Screech McGillicutty
I am next.
There is little time.
Three of us went up the mountain. The locals told us not to stay after dark. They told us to hurry down at twilight. But the rain pelted us. We hid in a cave.
The sun went down. The shadows danced up. The Things came out, their glowing green eyes searching the cracks where we hid.
The darkness shields me from the sight, but I can hear. The screams. The crunching—of bones, I think. The slurping of the Things eating. The torture of my friends dying.
I am last.
I sat upright, gasping, clutching at the sheets. My room was silent and dark, and colder than it should be. My throat was dry. I needed water.
There was a small white rectangle on the carpet.
I picked it up, turned it over. A school photograph of a stranger: a girl, long red hair, staring green eyes. As I studied her image, her neck started bending backward at a sickening, unnatural angle, mouth gaping in a silent scream.
I turned to run, but something grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. I tried to scream, but no sound came.
4. Halloween Tryst
by Rosemary Reaper
I am pieces and parts. I’m not whole.
But I have a purpose.
That, Doc says, makes me important. Special.
If I’m so special, I say, how come I don’t get to be whole?
Because, Doc says, you are second. And she…she is first.
I glance at my double—it’s like looking in a mirror. Except she has ten fingers and two legs and lungs and hair and skin.
I don’t. Because she stole it from me for herself.
What happens when I run out of parts? I say.
You are second, Doc says, frowning. But you are not last.
by Scary Hairy
Once there was a haunted playground where no one wanted to play.
There were slides and swings and bars and nets and a woman who sat there all day.
Why is she there? the kiddies would ask as they watched her from far far away.
Shhh, said their parents, holding them tight, it’s a reason we’d rather not say.
For the parents, they knew, the woman out there, had been dead for many a ray.
She sat all alone, waiting for friends who with her would sit and decay.