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The three fifteen year old mean girls looked too old to still be trick or treating and certainly looked too young to be wearing slutty costumes. They were preoccupied with looking at an obese girl wearing a witch outfit that barely fit her. When she was close enough to hear, Tiffany, in a sexy devil costume said “What’d you do, eat your best friend? Is that why you’re all alone?” All three of them laughed derisively.
Instead of backing off, the fat witch tuned to her and said “Yeah, I did.” She then dropped her candy bag, grabbed Tiffany by the head, pulled her close to her face and said “And she was a cunt, just like you.”
The witch then opened her mouth wide, and to the horror of the two other girls, began to swallow Tiffany whole. The witch’s throat expanded to fit her head, and then contracted to crush it with a disgusting sound. The rest of her followed suit.
After she was done, the witch belched, and the sickly sweet perfume Tiffany wore wafted over to her two friends. It was at that moment they screamed.
LARRY DELA CRUZ has been writing for over ten years. With works that encompass print, television, and live events, he has only recently begun trying his hand at fiction. His self-published e-works are available at the Amazon Kindle Store. He lives in the Philippines.
The orange glow of the fire burned through the woods. I tried to keep my footsteps light but the forest floor betrayed me. My breathe thick in front of me. I could hear them in the distance, the beat growing heavier. It became difficult to differentiate between the drum beat and my heart. I came to the edge of the clearing. The smell of cooked flesh and blood began to fill my nose. I put my back to a tree and closed my eyes, trying not to hyperventilate. Their infernal chanting resounding in my ears, echoing throughout the deadened woods. I peaked my head out to view the group of hooded cultists. The chanting stopped and they passed a golden chalice around amongst themselves. As they drank from the unholy vessel a man in purple robes stepped forward and began to talk. In deep but soft voice he addressed the vile congregation in an almost sensual fashion.
“Tonight, my children, we have something new. Something that will surely please The Master.” I then found what he meant. The entire group turned at me with eyes glowing red. I now knew the feeling of pure fear.
Bob’s Haunted Fun House by Salinas Montif
Bob leaned forward on the shopping cart as he waited to check out. Glancing at the carts contents, he rechecked his list one last time. ‘Nails, Halloween Streamers, Hack Saw blades, Drain Snake. Yep, all there. I love shopping at this hardware store. It always feels timeless.’ He thought, as he glanced around.
Heading outside, he paused, struck by the beauty of the day. Late October, bright, clear blue sky. ‘Perfect for getting the haunted house set up.’ Just then, a sudden flashback clouded his mind, causing him to clench his fists. The kid next door, with an evil grin, whacking the Mums he had carefully planted at the end of his walkway earlier this week. ‘Lil bastard.’
The warm sun on his back quickly melted the negative thoughts from his mind. ‘Best to enjoy the rest of the day’ he mused as he arrived at his car. Fumbling for his keys, a sudden thump emanated from the trunk, as the car shifted slightly. John looked at it for a moment, smiled, and then unlocked the passenger door to load his groceries. “I love Halloween.” He whispered, as he placed the brown bag on the seat.