Halloween is a special time of year, it means free candy and dressing up as your favourite fictional character. It is a holiday especially loved by those who love horror. However, once upon a time in Saint Francis, Milwaukee, there was a murder in the 31st of October unlike anything anyone had ever seen. A strange call was picked up by the police that night, at exactly 9:35pm. There had been a teenage house party that had already gotten out of control, young women were screaming in the background of the telephone call as the caller cried; "oh my god, there's been murder in my house! Somebody dressed in a Halloween mask and blue overalls, looking like something out of a horror film!"
"Slow down, remain calm!" The operator breathed, "how many are injured?"
"Injured?! Somebody's dead here!"
"But nobody else was hurt?"
"No!"
"Ok... What happened?"
"I think it was a guy, it might've been a girl, I don't know! They- they were dressed up head to toe, I couldn't make them out beneath their stupid Halloween costume."
"You said they wore a mask, can you describe it to me?"
"Ok, ok..." The caller calmed down, but the people in the background still cried and yelled in terror.
"It was green, like a glow in the dark hockey mask... I think."
"Ok, that's a good start. Is the killer still in the house with you?!"
"I- I- I don't know!" The caller screamed.
"Ok, lock you and your guests in a secure room. Please tell us your address and no matter what, stay on the line!"
"Ok... Ok!" The caller told his address, then said, "everyone follow me, we got to hide someplace safe!"
"Where are you all now?" The operator asked after a few minutes.
"We're all in my bathroom, I locked the door."
"Is the lock good?"
"Not really." The caller sighed.
"Well don't worry, we've sent two police cruisers to your home address, you must stay on the line but remain quiet until help arrives, do you understand?"
"Yes..." The caller whispered, nervously.
Eventually the police showed up and busted into the house, evidence of a party was everywhere, obnoxious pop music still played from the stereo at full blast and there were empty bottles of alcohol everywhere. The place was a mess, but in the middle of it all, right in the center of the living room lay a woman's bloody body, one that had been slashed seven times across the chest. It was gruesome! The survivors exited the downstairs bathroom once the police told them it was safe. A thorough investigation was put into action, but unfortunately there weren't any surveillance cameras in the area. Detectives found footprints and knew where the killer exited from, but not much else. None of the survivors knew who this mysterious killer was, almost like they were a stranger off the street who just blended in amongst the masked crowd, waiting for their moment to strike. The murder took place in 1998 and still to this very day, nobody can even guess who this mysterious Halloween Killer may be. Only that he likely took inspiration from one of the many slasher films that were hugely popular at the time. A case of fan obsession gone way too far.
Fortunately this is isn't a true story, in real life, Halloween is a time of joy and spooky celebration. Yet there may be some people out there, those who are a little too obsessed with horror movies, books and even video games; that might just take their love for the genre too far. Way too far. In a world as strange and unpredictable as this one. Anything is possibl! So stay safe this Halloween and look out for the monsters in the masks.
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Joseph Roy Wright
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My name is Joseph Roy Wright, the British author of over 30 Independent novels!
I like to write about movies, pop culture, fiction and horror! I review all the latest films (and classics), I also like to write short stories.
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New York city, the big apple; it looks like a paradise in all those romantic comedy movies. The reality is, this place is where the devil comes to piss. The streets are rotten with degenerates and filth, drugs are rampant, especially in the Bronx, where I, Henry Stark, always end up investigating. Tonight is no different, there's been another murder, one of many, but this one is particularly sick. Just like the rest of this god forsaken place, where it always rains and the sun never shines. Among the graffiti the body lay, cramped up against a wall, the poor victim's skin was full of cuts depicting triangular shapes all over his body, he was bloody, beaten, naked and slaughtered for all to see. Stripped of his clothes and dignity, a twisted art piece for passersby to gawk at. Disgusting, but believe it or not, I've seen worse! However upon seeing this sad display, even I found myself gagging slightly. The body had rotted by the time we found it, giving off a foul stench I'm unfortunately far too used to. Of course it was up to me to do all the dirty work, as always. I began examining the cuts, they had a red slice in the middle of each triangle, perhaps it was a symbol of the Illuminati. I later came to discover that it was the mark of the so-called artist, the one who had done this terrible murder and proudly, shamelessly projected it to the scared public. Was it to scare the people of New York or inspire them? My job is to solve murders, not evaluate the minds of sick fucks like this psycho. So not even I could tell you what was wrong with them. Not long after, another murder was spotted, this time in Manhattan, it was a female body on this second occasion. She had her corpse snapped in a number of disturbing and unnatural ways, her head and neck had turned towards her back, arms and legs bending to create a triangular shape that stood up like some kind of statue or fucked up art exhibit. The killer had placed this up in the middle of Times Square. Hundreds, if not thousands of people saw it. Most people ran in frantic terror, screaming in the streets, taxis screeched to a halt to avoid the scared stampede of pedestrians. NYPD blocked off the whole area, I came in to investigate the crime scene. The same triangles with red cuts in the middle were all over her naked body, just like with the last victim. Catching the killer was easy after that, there were cameras all over the area who spotted the mad man setting up this dark art. He was a strange looking man, one that had long hair and a mustache that ended in sharp points, wearing a black and white horizontal striped shirt, with blue jeans that were skin tight and likely too small for him. He looked like your stereotypical hipster douchebag, the type of guy that preached veganism and drank pumpkin spiced lattes at Starcup Cafe. Tracking the man down was too easy, in fact, Harold Victor wanted to be caught, all so he could be in the newspapers as some kind of creative genius. A pretentious artist who broke the laws of morality, in order to push the boundaries between what is acceptable and taboo. Well, he got his fifteen minutes of fame all right, but not long after entering prison, the inmates turned him into a gruesome art piece themselves. One morning a prison guard came to his cell, since Harold wasn't in the canteen like the rest of the scumbags. However, upon marching towards where Harold was supposed to be, the prison guard saw something he'd never forget. Harold had been stripped naked on the bottom bunk bed, his prison room mate had cut exactly one hundred and forty two triangles into Harold's flesh, all with the dot cuts in the middle of each one. It is unknown whether or not Harold wanted this to happen, wishing to become a part of his own art project. Or maybe his room mate simply hated the 'artist' and decided to punish the killer by giving him a taste of his own medicine. Whatever the case may be, the matter is closed. It doesn't really matter what the nature behind Harold's death was, either way he suffered and I say good riddance that a piece of shit like that no longer walks amongst us. That all happened in 2023, it's been two years since then, but I'll always remember the looks of horror upon his two victims' faces. It was like they had seen the devil himself, with their very own eyes.
By Joseph Roy Wright4 months ago in Horror
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