Storytelling Mini Contest 2015

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I do this one every year, yes, but it's because the stories people put here are usually so entertaining.

So you know the rules. Write a short spooky story, it could be about anything in any setting, just as long as it has some basis on Halloween.
The deadline for this is October 30th 2015, 11:59pm PST. So like the avatar contest, we can vote for the winner on Halloween. Again, a poll is likely for this one.

Good luck!

[Supershroom]

I may have an idea for this one. No promises though.

[MessengerOfDreams]

...well ♥♥♥♥, guess I have to

[Yoshi Boo 118]

Not sure if I'll enter. My forté is with writing fanfiction, and I want to do something that everyone has been exposed to or else it doesn't make much sense for the judge. Plus idk if I should just keep writing Mario stuff, you know?

Also the fact that the only time I won was when MoD was a judge.

I'll keep an eye out, though.

[Harmless]

me me me me me me me

[Awesomeguy 99]

Person walked into house

when they walked out they had been spooKed

this is DEFINITELY NOT a placeholder until I come up with one

[1018peter]

Everyone we have a loser: show

Trick or Treat

Urgh,it's Halloween.

Halloween sucks here in Turkeyvile. The local news channel always air stupid and fake Halloween news,look what they have in store this year...

"It's your trusty news reporter John Smith here,bringing LIVE news from the newly opened gateway to hell in the town square--"

As if.

*knock knock*

If I ignore it,those kids will go away.

*knock knock*

"Stubborn little pests. *opens the door*

"Trick or treat!"

"Get out! Go be beggars somewhere else!" *slams the door*

Next year,I'll put a sign on my door,that'll shut'em for good--

*knock knock*

You got to be serious. *opens the door*

"You kids just don't know your limits-"

What the devil-

...


It was the Halloween of 2016,hell broke loose. They chose trick.

[MessengerOfDreams]

Edit: never mind new story made

[Kimonio]

Heh heh. Have fun sleeping.: show

Run. It's all I've known to do. It's all I've been doing. It's the word that defines my life.

Run.

Why am I running? From it. There is no escaping it. There is no hiding. There is nowhere to hide. He is everywhere.

Some call him God. Some call him Satan. But those who know his name die with it.

And so I run.

"Hehk hehk hehk"

The laughter echoes around me, inside me, and yet at the same time, nowhere. Only I can hear it.

They say I'm insane.

My lungs are on fire, the cold air is eating at my throat. I need to stop, to breathe, but I can't.

He'll find me.

What will he do to me? I don't know. I don't WANT to know.

He was in my room today. I finally decided to attack him, to cast him to where he came from.

My parent's saw him as well, as they shouted my name in bloodcurdling voices. They were trying to save me as well, I guess.

He's a clever thing. He leaps from body to body. He called the police, knowing there was no use escaping his grasp.

Sirens.

Sirens everywhere.

"HANDS UP, NOW!"

I look down at my hands, bloody. I didn't do it. My parents are dead, their throats cut. My infant sibling dashed to pieces. Their blood dripped into pools at their beds. The police think I killed them.

No.

It was him!

"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP OR WE WILL USE FORCE!"

I check my pockets. My father's gun rests, loaded and locked, in the crevice of my sweater. There is no point running anymore.

Maybe I can't run.

But they will know his name.

I'm tired of being afraid.

My wrists are burning as my knife drops to the stone, producing a loud clanging echo throughout the alley. I begin to write, my head pulsing and my heart weak. Tears run down my cheeks, as his face stares into my eyes.

He has never changed his expression. It has always been that of a dismal solemn state.

I step back, gripping my wrist, knowing this is it. Pulling out the gun, I aim it upward, and close my eyes.

I'm tired of being afraid.

I want to sleep.

[l.m]

WARNING: THIS STORY IS HEAVY. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO STRONG TOPICS, THEN DO NOT READ.

STORY: show

My hands were really cold, but I was enjoying the weather so much. It's almost winter, and mom kept bragging that I should use gloves or else I would catch a cold. I wasn't way too far from home.

I don't really like Halloween that much. For me it's just an event where what really matters is just candy - which is not exactly my favorite thing in the world. But my little brother thinks otherwise. That's why I'm walking reluctantly through the calm and quiet streets of Westfield, carrying my 6 year old brother with me. The sun has just set.

Everyone always said I was a really clever girl for my age. My mom always thought of me as mature and independent, and she knew I was good at taking care of my little brother. So she already trusted me enough when I left with him.

I knew basically everyone in my neighborhood. I'm not really a person that stays inside my house a lot; going out for walks is basically my favorite activity. But that walk wasn't exactly... comfortable. My brother was complaining about how much his feet was aching a lot and we haven't gathered many candy so far. However, we just decided to keep walking and hope for more not-grumpy candy giving old ladies. And that wasn't an easy task.

After some time walking, we could barely see our house in the distance. I was just about to give up when something caught my attention. There was a certain house that I didn't recall seeing in any of the many walks I ever had. It looked old, abandoned, falling into pieces: The classic cliché Halloween house. So I just head off to it with my brother, expecting some crazy weirdo in a Dracula suit to appear and invite us to his house so we could have a nice warm drink of "blood". My neighbor used to do that a lot but just gave up when he found out nobody was scared of him anymore - specially me.

We were standing right to the door. My brother was scared. He had reason, though, time flied pretty fast, and it was pretty dark. I told him we would be heading off back home after this last house. After that I knocked on the door.

A tall, white guy opened it. He was nicely dressed. 'Thanks God, no stupid Halloween gimmicks', I thought. I simply said, really secure of myself: "Trick or treat!"

"...Hello, little girl! What is your name?"

"Alice." I replied, quickly; I just wanted to get rid of this.

"You seem to be a really nice girl. How old are you?"

I was going to reply - I was 12 years old - , but I suddenly stopped.

I simply couldn't speak. Behind the fancy dressed man, a really strange scene: The furniture was completely beaten off. There were lots of scratches and cracks in the walls, and the TV was laying on the floor, screen was broken, pieces of glass all around.

Something was wrong.

I trust my instincts a lot. And I was certain of my decision when I took my brother with me and said: "Sorry, but we have to go". We ran.

After 3 minutes running, I looked back. We were already far, but the guy was still. He was just standing there, looking at us. It took him some time before he retreated back to his house and closed the door.

When we arrived home, I did not want to tell my mom about the experience I had. She would probably just freak out and call me out for no reason, and I really did not want that to happen - I was quite tired. My brother wouldn't say anything, either. He was naïve enough to not understand what happened. So I just talked with my mom about the few candy we could gather, and after eating dinner and brushing my teeth, I went upstairs, to my bedroom.

I just wanted to sleep, even though I knew I couldn't, after the disturbing experience I had. So I just laid down on my bed, and looked at the window. The vision of the sky I had from my bedroom was so pretty. I enjoyed a lot looking at the stars, and after completely forgetting about the incident that happened earlier that day, I fell asleep.

It was a nice dream. I was flying through the skies like there was no limit or end, and I was happy. I don't know how but I also realized that I wouldn't have dreams as good as that one. I decided to enjoy it while I could.

It felt so good to be kid.

But then all my dreams ended and suddenly a noise hell took place below me.

I was awake. And terrified.

Something was happening downstairs. I heard someone screaming, and then quick strong noises followed afterwards. Silence.

Footsteps coming closer.

I was breathing heavily. I did not know what to expect. So I ran towards my door.

In the right moment I arrived at the door and grabbed the key to lock it, it opened. A male, tall silhouette appeared afterwards. It did not look like my dad.

He turned on the lights.

It was the guy I saw in the old house.

Before I could scream, he covered my mouth with his hands.

He throwed me in my bed, aggressively. I covered my entire head under the pillow. 'What is he going to do to me?!', I thought, almost crying.

Then silence.

I was way too scared to get my head off under the pillow and know what was happening. I didn't feel, or hear anything.

That was when I felt the cold breeze of the nice, wintery weather between my legs.

I felt pain. So much pain. I could not understand any of this and I wouldn't want open my eyes to check it out either. I felt my body being dragged around aggressively, and my entire body was hurting so much. I cried, screamed, did anything I could to set me free, but nothing seemed to happen.

It felt like I was in Hell. Like I was... dying.

I can't remember how much time passed. My body was in constant pain.

And then, it stopped.

I was weak. My heart started to beat slower, and slower, and I could feel my senses fading out. The silence took over the room again.

With my last forces, I looked at what was behind me.

I couldn't see anything.

But I could hear the sound of the man zipping his pants.

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that's probably not the final version btw, will edit it in the future