Halloween Treat!

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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.

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Halloween Folk – (Part 2)

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.

Susie sat in the kitchen with her mother, enjoying the smells she remembered from her childhood. It felt good.

“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.

Her mother came and looked over her shoulder. “Why did you take a photograph of that old place? They say it’s haunted. You shouldn’t have taken Jane there, no wonder she had nightmares”

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.

A Ghost Story for Halloween

They went from door to door in their neighborhood, huge bags bulging with candy. It was a poor turn out for Halloween, cold and wet!

A lonely child stood on the corner looking pale and tired. His bag was empty. Lisa and Holly stopped as they passed him. “Come with us” they said “We will help fill your bag with candy”.

He smiled but said nothing as he followed them to the front door of the next house. “Trick or Treat” they shouted as the door opened. They held out their bags and said thank you for the candy. The little boy was behind them, hiding in the shadows.

“Come on, you will never get any candy that way”

Trick or Treat

He followed them to the next house. There were no Halloween decorations here, it was quiet. The door opened slowly and a women came out and gave them their treats, smiling through her tears.

It was an awkward moment. No one moved, no one except the little boy.

“Mom its me, its Angelo. Mom why can’t you see me?”

Lisa and Holly were unable to move. They watched the little boy walk into the house unseen by his grieving mother.

“I’m sorry” the young woman said “I used to have a son, he loved Halloween. He is with the angels now”

“No” Holly said “I think he is standing right beside you. Just turn around and look”

She turned around in a full circle, and then turned back again with a hurt look on her face and slammed the door. Lisa put her arm around Holly’s shoulders. “I think we have enough treats now, let’s go home”

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