The Attack
The knife plunged deeply into flesh, slicing & tearing. Looking upon his victim with satisfaction, Billy then turned to the next pumpkin…
Corruption
No blood-washed fangs. No neck bolts. Instead, his monster lurked deep inside, sensuous and slimy, grasping for freedom. She’d know it soon.
Harvest Time
The harvest moon shed a ghostly blue into the woods, perfect lighting. Disguised, he lay in wait, watched the shadows move up the street.
Alone?
Saliva drips from above, coats the back of her neck. She keeps her eyes closed, head down, praying. The house is empty yet she is not alone.
Trick or Treat
He loved Hallowe’en. The one night of the year he didn’t have to hunt. He stood in the darkness, awaiting the next trick-or-treater’s knock.
Costume Party
She had been approached by Romeo, Don Juan, and Marc Antony. Now she looked for the one who’d caught her own eye, Cinderella dressed in blue.