halloween
Get into the Halloween spirit; all about trick or treating, spooky costumes, Halloween decorations and haunted houses for October 31st and all year round.
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*Mary was on her way home from her 2-week business trip which ended with a big Halloween party when she decided to stop by her grandmother's house for a visit. She pulled up to her grandmother’s house and knocked on her door. Greeting her at the door was a middle-aged woman wearing an all-black dress and dark brown hair kept in a low bun. Her skin was pale but she was very beautiful. She looked like she belonged in the Edwardian era. Mary wondered who the woman was and thought she was just dressed like that for Halloween.
By Diamond Gossett4 years ago in Horror
Halloween Cancelled
Sweating profusely as I was gasping for air, I ran to hide behind a large oak tree at Widows Creek. I could barely see through the thick white fog surrounding me. From a distance I saw flashlights and heard voices headed near my direction. They were saying, “Ven Aqui!”, “come out girl there is nowhere to hide.” My hands were shaking, well everything was shaking for that matter. I looked around slowly to anticipate my next move. The glare from the flashlights had gotten closer and I could hear their footsteps in the grass. The leaves were crunching with their every step. My only choice was to make a run for it, hop over the wooded fence and run. To get Anywhere. I mean ANYWHERE away from this mob of people who were after me. Without any further hesitation I jetted off running. As fast as humanly possible. I had gotten over the fence and they were right behind me. I felt like I was losing then and then a gunshot rang off. At that instant I stopped. I never imagined my life ending this way. I turned around parlayed in fear. Once the mob caught up to me there were men, women, and some children holding shot guns, pitch forks, flashlight, lanterns, and machetes. One of the men from the mob ran towards me, as I covered my head, he raised his machete in the air and…
By Cherrelle Penn4 years ago in Horror
Hunting Boots
The storm outside was brutal. The small town’s roads were hardly cared for this time of year, even though it was inevitable that snow would roll in ‘bout now. Cassie couldn’t see the street outside the window, the single working lightbulb above the two gas pumps flickered from the cold snap that had swept over the day. A morning fog had turned to sleet which turned to powder. She was bored. All of her friends had headed into the city for a concert, they were probably in cute outfits, drinking draft beer, swaying to the slow strum of a guitar. And here she was, snowed in overnight in the station with her hardback novel and barely two bars of signal. At least the pay was decent.
By Alycia "Al" Davidson4 years ago in Horror
The Mirror Below
She stood at the edge of the water, her toes slowly sinking on the gravel and sand, grounding her feet on solid land for the last time. She exhales, emptying her lungs completely, before inhaling rapidly, filling her lungs with new air. She kicks off, throwing a foot full of sand, as she plunges into the cold waters of the lake. The drop-off falls steep and deep, allowing her to dive safely. Behind her, a wisp of fog swirls behind her, then covers the area in which she plunged.
By Jay Olivier Morel4 years ago in Horror
An early Autumn morning
Before the first rays of sun rise above the horizon in the distance, I have left the front door of my home, and begin treading through the cover of the night. At this hour, with not a soul in sight — not even the birds chirping to an old-fashioned, 'good morning’— I’m left alone with just the sound of my thoughts, which drown out all other noise...
By Delusions of Grandeur 4 years ago in Horror
Witching Hour
The game was a riot. Our team won, which made the celebratory after party a moral imperative for the upper echelon of the socialites. Since I was one of the cheerleaders, I was mandated to show support. The rendezvous after the usual Bob’s Diner get together was, “Willow Trees,” which essentially was just a make out spot. However, just below the old dirt road was Old Pond. Old Pond has been around for generations. Not sure why it’s called that because it’s actually a lake, though. One of the popular fishing spots in the day. At night, that’s the best skinny dipping, watering hole in all of Tecumseh.
By Iosefa Manu4 years ago in Horror
Moonlight Writ In Water
The shore lay quiet until the night of October 31st. The last of the tourists had left for the winter. The locals, the little stores' owners, and the vendors, all either agitated, wan, or surly, gathered at the boardwalk. About a hundred. Endless waves murmured must make more money in monotonous splashes on the dark parts of the beach. An undergraduate student who majored in economics mentioned that it reminded him of the linear graph.
By Patrick T. Kilgallon4 years ago in Horror
Five Frights For Halloween Night
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. I’m not a huge over the top put up a skeleton in every window type, but to me there is some kind of comfort in giving out candy to the costumed kids and then snuggling up under a warm blanket watching a few of my favorite scary flicks.
By C. H. Richard4 years ago in Horror
