Stories related to halloween

The harvest moon shed a ghostly blue into the woods, perfect lighting. Disguised, he lay in wait, watched the shadows move up the street.

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.

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.

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.

The editor licks the blood from his knife and looks into the five sets of lifeless eyes before him. “Now,” he says, “Tell me a story.”

The harvest moon shed a ghostly blue into the woods, perfect lighting. Disguised, he lay in wait, watched the shadows move up the street.