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The nostalgic aromas were intense, his nostrils devoured them.
“I miss you Sadie, I miss you so much.”
Sammie come closer and keep me warm, I’m waiting for you.
He took another step and his knees buckled beneath him. He sunk to the ground. He was aware of hands grabbing onto him, finding a place to grip him and lift him and carry him.
Sam opened his eyes. His vision was blurry. He tried to speak, but couldn’t.
The aroma wasn’t wood smoke anymore, it was rancid, sickening. His eyelids were heavy.
Childish giggling roused him from unnatural slumber. Still unable to move anything but his eyeballs he looked around.
I’m inside the cottage, the old hag has me in her cottage.
As though reading his mind a dark figure appeared, her face was hidden in the shadows, but he could see her body, it was young and shapely.
Is this who Dirk saw in the woods? Is this the old hag playing tricks? She has us drugged.
“Yes you’re in my home, you should be thankful I have you. You fell to the ground out there. I brought you in. Saved you from the forest. I’m insulted that you call me names. Do I look like an old hag?”
I’d be safer in the forest!
“Really? It depends what you call safe?”
Sam’s eyelids were still heavy.
“Come children, give our guest some soup, he’s weak.”
The pattering of tiny feet, the scraping of a chair. The shapely figure disappeared and a deformed face bent over him. A face that looked like it had been patched together roughly from spare human parts. The ears didn’t match, the eyes were odd. If Sam could move, he’d have screamed and run. A grotesque smile twisted the drooling mouth above him. A hand that looked more like a claw held a spoon of steaming liquid. From the shadows at the far end of the cabin a voice commanded him to eat. As the steaming liquid trickled down his throat whispers invaded his ears. They floated around him, above him, beside him. The filled the dark, thick atmosphere of the cabin.
Drink your soup, let it warm your insides,
We need to fatten you up,
We’re cold and hungry we need to eat,
Any you are our special Halloween Treat!
The patchwork face above him licked its lips and drooled a little more, then grinned, revealing two rows of razor sharp teeth.
Penny lifted her head and sniffed the air! She stood up and growled, then whimpered. Jane closed the door and came back inside.”Hey, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere without you. Penny stood rigid, staring at the closed-door.
“You want to go for a walk? Come on the, let’s get your leash, don’t want you to get lost do we?”
Usually when the W A L K word was mentioned Penny barked, excited to be outside. Today that word terrified her, she hid under the bed.
“OK, I guess that’s a no!”
Jane poured another glass of wine and walked to the window. The view was hypnotic. Maybe I should have become a painter, or photographer. She thought to herself. Tired and frustrated she sat in front of her computer again.
The lake was still and deep, she wrote, a single canoe was moored by a boat house. The night was silent. Somewhere, deep in the forest, evil waited. It wouldn’t have to wait long.
The words began to flow, so engrossed was she in her writing that she never heard Penny’s pathetic whining as the dog cowered beneath the bed.
An hour passed before Jane came up for air. She’d written almost a full chapter. Yes, we have liftoff!
Pleased with herself, she stood up and stretched, her creative juices flowing. All is not lost!
“Penny come on, let’s get some fresh air, you need to pee.”
Penny whimpered and backed further under the bed. She could smell danger and wanted no part of it!
“Penny what’s wrong with you?” Jane asked as she grabbed a dog treat and crouched down to coax her companion from the shadows. Dogs can be smart at times, but not when there are treats involved. Penny scuttled forward, licking her lips in anticipation. As her mouth closed on the treat, Jane grabbed her.
With Penny tightly secured under her arm, she headed to the front door. Penny wriggled and whimpered, but Jane held her tight.
“Look, nothing out here to be scared of, it’s a beautiful night.”
She placed the dog on the porch, “Now go do what you have to do, its cold.” Penny walked back inside and poured another glass of wine, pleased with herself. Her head was full of words and evil images. She was inspired.
The cold air worked on the dogs bladder. She ran down the porch steps and sniffed until she found a place to pee. She looked into the darkness with wide eyes. Something bad was lurking, she felt it. The scent was strong, Penny whimpered, but not for long.
A huge six-fingered hand grabbed her belly, a second-hand grabbed her head. She didn’t feel the teeth sink into her back. The quick twist of hands broke her neck in seconds.
When Jane walked back onto the porch she couldn’t see her dog, but she could hear her, or so she thought.
“Penny! Penny come on, its cold out here. Don’t stray. Where are you?”
Great, just when I’m inspired!
Grabbing a flashlight from the table by the door, she pointed the beam into the darkness, towards the sound.
What she heard was the sort of sound Penny made when she ate wet dog food. Oh god, she’s found a dead animal.
“Penny, put it down! Penny! Oh my god!”
The strong beam rested on a horrendously disfigured face. A pair of huge deformed hands held the remains of her pet. Blood dripped from the creature’s chin. Penny’s blood!
The grin grew wider as it took another bite before dropping the remains to the ground. He looked at Jane and sniffed. She’s woken a different type of hunger inside him. One he hadn’t felt before!
Come on, think, come up with an idea! You have to write, if you don’t write you don’t eat! Funds a are low!
Jane sat at her desk tired, frustrated and brain-dead. Writer’s block had set in and it looked like it was here to stay. It’s Halloween for Christ’s sake, I write horror stories for a living. Why can’t I come up with a single idea?
A couple of miles away, in a derelict house on the edge of the lake, sat a man, the word man is used loosely. He was more mutant than human. Born from an inbred cult who’d been dead for a decade, he was the only survivor of the mass suicide of the Lake clan. For days he crawled across their limp bodies, looking for nourishment, which he’d eventually found. I don’t think I need to tell you what he ate. He was five years old when he was left to fend for himself, and already damaged. More to the point, dangerous! His now dead family were the only people he’d ever known, a loveless breed who lived in caves and tree houses deep in the forests of the Appalachians. Preying on lonely hikers, stray dogs, and anything else they could eat. Their language was a serious of grunts, mixed with the occasional word. They were long gone now, except for one, and he was hungry!
Pouring herself a glass of wine, Jane stood by the window and looked across the lake. She’d used money she couldn’t afford to rent this place, hoping to get away from worldly distractions and write. She had no cell phone signal, no television, and was miles from the nearest town. Her only living contact was Penny, her elderly mutt, who lay sleeping on the rug by the fire. Have I wasted the last of my savings? She walked out onto the porch. It was a beautiful clear night. The lake reflected the full moon. It looked like mercury. Other than the rustling of the trees, and the sound of the night creatures, all was still peaceful.
At the other side of the lake one of the silent night creatures felt Jane’s presence. He sat still and sniffed. His animal instincts smelled human. It smelled woman. Instantly aroused he silently rose and looked towards the scent. He’d located his prey and moved stealthily towards the cabin.
The voice was close to my ear. I turned quickly, expecting to see another restless spirit, but instead I came face-to-face with the old Gypsy I’d seen a couple of days earlier. I touched her wrinkled cheek. It was warm. She was real. She grinned a toothless grin and pushed a sprig of purple heather into my hand. My skin tingled at its touch. I remembered the heather that filled my living room a few days earlier.
Was she trying to help me?
Looking into her eyes, I saw strength, and wisdom. I looked back at the fading glow of the young gypsy girl and my heart began to ache.
“Don’t go!” I pleaded in a voice that didn’t sound like mine.
The smoking man appeared behind her, reaching out his arms, trying to hold her, but she was barely visible.
Laughter bubbled from behind me. It was nasty and malevolent. I turned around almost losing my balance, and looked upon pure evil, in the form of a man. Horns were all he needed to make him look like the devil itself. I knew he was long dead, I could see it in his eyes, but he looked strong. The smirk on his face was terrifying.
“You can’t help them, they’re my playthings.”
I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn’t open.
His laughter surrounded me.
“Every year they suffer. It’s what they deserve. He took her from me. He took her from the Romany way of life. Stole her. Common thief that he is.” He spat on the ground. The grass died around him and the air turned putrid. “I’m going to take you too. Every year I add a wonton creature like yourself to my collection. Young girls who fall under his spell, all too stupid to resist his pathetic charms. I get them all in the end.”
There was movement behind him. A dozen or more young girls huddled together. Some naked, all unhappy! Snatched from life and made to suffer by this evil, restless spirit. I didn’t want to be one of them.
“Why do you want me? Let me go. What good can I do?” I whispered, trying to sound brave.
“I don’t want you, I didn’t want any of these pathetic creatures,” as he spoke he turned around. They all cowered away from him. Could he still hurt them in death?
“I want her! I’ll give them all to him, in exchange for her. ”
I looked back at the fading light that was the beautiful young gypsy girl. I could barely see her now.
Another voice came from the darkness. I’d forgotten about the old woman.
“She’ll never be yours Luca. She didn’t love you.”
Her voice brought a look of fury to the ugly face. A bird fell to the ground at his feet.
“I didn’t want her love. I wanted her body! Love is nothing. I needed her beside me to bear my children.” His voice boomed like thunder. He smiled an awful smile and licked his lips, “I wanted to play with her a little too.”
“People like you should never be allowed to breed. If you’d given her a child it would have died in her womb.” The old girl cackled. Her voice was strong.
“I’d have torn it from her body before that happened.”
More birds fell to the ground behind him. I could smell fire. Maybe it was the fires of Hell. Somewhere close by a tree fell smoldering to the ground.
The heather I held tightly in my hand became so warm I wanted to drop it.
A voice from deep within my head whispered to me.
Make him angry now. Distract him! Let Mala escape. Let him focus his anger on you and me.
“I’m scared.” I answered. “He’ll kill me!”
A pain ripped through my skull.
“Be quiet you old Hag, I hear you”
I write about ghosts, premonitions, weird unexplainable happenings, but I write about my life! My marketing friends tell me, “its your time of year, make the most of it, market your books. It’s Halloween, go for it.”
Yes I get it, but my spirits are with me all year-long, they don’t just jump out of the closet on Halloween. Life would be much easier for me if they did.
My visitors don’t jump up and go BOOO, they simply wander into the room and silently make their presence known.
So as Halloween approaches I sit here and ponder. Shall I promote my book because it’s a little scary? Why not?
BOOOO – I hope it scares you.
Allyson slept well that night. She didn’t really think her spell would work, but she enjoyed the exercise. Playing with magic felt good.
The following day Allyson got ready for school, eager to see if her magic worked. She dressed all in black, deciding to go for a Gothic look, no one cared, everyone hated her anyway. She grabbed a granola bar and smoothie from the refrigerator and ate her breakfast as she waited for the bus.
Things weren’t quite right when Allyson got to school, she noticed it right away. Nothing she could put her finger on though. It was just a little different, calmer somehow.
She dreaded her first class because she shared with Linda, Ann and Janet. They were the ‘in crowd’, the beautiful people, the girls who made her life miserable. Today would be just like any other, unless of course her spell worked.
Allyson walked into class and took her usual seat at the back. The three desks by the window, where her tormentors normally sat, were empty. It looked like it was going to be a peaceful morning. Allyson sighed with relief.
Then Linda came through the door. At least it looked like Linda. The girl who walked through the door was clumsy, she dropped her books in the doorway, stood on the front of her skirt as she bent down to scoop them up. She was uncoordinated and ungainly.
She was followed by Janet, was that really Janet? The tall, usually glamorous looking girl was far from glamorous. She looked like a bean pole, her clothes hanging on her in an unflattering manner. Her usually long, silken curly locks hung down her face, limp and greasy. She shuffled to her seat and sat gazing listlessly out of the window.
That left Ann, she came last. Her blonde short-cropped hair still looked great, but couldn’t cover the acne pitted face. You could almost see new eruptions on her chin as she walked to her seat.
Allyson smiled as she touched her soft skin and silky hair. She felt good, glad she had found the old black magic book in the library, she though she may just keep it. Did she want to reverse the spell she had cast on her three classmates….maybe…but not just yet!
Allyson was miserable at school. Teenagers could be cruel and she felt the full force of that cruelty. Not understanding why she was singled out for bullying, she couldn’t do anything to fix it. She cried herself to sleep most nights. Her parents didn’t understand. No one did. Almost becoming a recluse, Allyson spent most of her time in the library. She enjoyed the silence and privacy it provided. No one bothered her there.
Allyson came upon a shelf covered in dust. It appeared no one was interested in the books it held. She blew the dust off one of the large black leather-bound volumes, sneezing as she did so. It was a magic book, and not the sort of magic you witnessed on stage, this was Black Magic. She became fascinated.
When Allyson tried to check it out of the library there was a problem. The book wasn’t catalogued, there was no trace of it. “You best just take it dearie” the librarian said “I will make a note of it and just make sure you bring it back”
Allyson could hardly wait to get the book home and sat up most of the night reading it. The words jumped off the pages, filling her head with voices and spells. The book talked to her as she plotted revenge on those who made her life miserable.
The following night was Halloween and her parents were going to a costume party. Allyson was invited, but declined saying she didn’t feel well. With her parents gone, she turned off the lights and lit candles. Allyson had already picked out her spell. All it needed was darkness, a mirror and a little hatred. She had the ingredients as she started to recite the words from the book. The air around her became thick and she heard whispering. The words spewed from her mouth easily, not much reading was required. As she uttered the last twisted evil word she looked in the mirror and smiled. She liked the reflection that looked back at her as she picked three names. LINDA – ANN – JANET
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The gates of hell opened and let out gusty stench, each candle was extinguished.
Allyson threw back her head and laughed.
She would enjoy school the following day.
Jane had nightmares all night after ‘Trick or Treating’ and only settled when she was snuggled up in bed with her mother. Susie didn’t mind one bit. Kids grew up quickly. Snuggling was nice. They woke up to a bright cold morning. The sky was blue, but the ground was white with a thick blanket of snow. No one made pancakes like grandma, and Jane ate a hearty breakfast before going out into the snow with her grandpa.She ran around the big back yard making fresh footprints and snow angels.
“Did you enjoy trick or treating last night honey?” Susie’s mother asked. “Jane didn’t talk about it, she didn’t seem very excited. Was everything alright?”
“Yes” Susie answered “Everything was fine, but Jane didn’t like the Rutter’s house so much. It was just like I remembered it though”
Susie’s mother stopped what she was doing and turned around. “The Rutter’s house. Why would you go there? They died five years ago, witin weeks of each other, the place is ready to fall down”
“Don’t be silly” Susie laughed “I took photos, nothing changed”
“You must have gone to a different house. The Rutter’s are buried in the cemetery, I can show you”
Susie went and got her camera and her laptop. She took out the memory card and downloaded the photos.
“There must be something wrong” she said weakly as she looked at the photographs of an old ruined house. There were no children in sight and certainly no old couple handing out candy.
Susie watched her daughter walking across the field, happily talking to her grandpa. She had known there was something wrong with the Rutter’s house, she felt it. Susie would pay more attention to her daughter in future. She looked at the photo once more before deleting it. Some things were better forgotten.