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This tale is short, but to the point, its details horrific, tormenting with fright. Nevertheless, it is a tale that should be told and to be repeated…over and over…again…

Cold and breezy the night wind blows. Trees, whose colorful faces are now dark, craggy and foreboding, moan their lamentations of souls that have met their maker.

As the illuminating orb shines upon the earthen ground, strange new sound’s swim freely through nights air…I squirm ever so delightfully. Their shrills of laughter, and fright stir my soul as I watch…waiting, and waiting even longer for that precise moment when hell shall break loose once more. Victims, those who cannot be named, cannot be found and will not remain on this earth ever again.
I grin.

Slowly they came. Upon the witching hour of complete chaos they came. Running…running wildly as they went through the gnarled limbs of soldiers that stood many years before, laughing with their weapons held high and candles, lit, dripping wax. They came.

They ran without care, in madness unforeseen before until they came to a clearing, then stopped…dead. The soldiers, of which I had spoken of, now encircled them, waiting…watching their every move.

“Now!”

As the one, who held the knife plunged its silvery blade into the skin. Up and down he repeated his movement until he pulled part of its head off and threw it on the ground. They laughed loudly as they all stared deep within its wound.

It was glorious, a feat beyond compare. Oh how I reveled in their delight!

In silence they did their deed, pulling out guts with bare hands and tossing them to the ground without care, without concern until all was emptied. Then, to mark their claim they drove their knives in making holes within its victim’s body. Chunks of flesh lay on the ground, its yellowish tone shined in the moon light. It was finished.

Then solemnly one by one they took their candles and placed them in the cavernous body. All stood, and stared at what they had done. Their eyes shined in their masterpiece of fright as the victims face, glowered in the darkness. An eerie sight it was.

Having my night fulfilled as such, I took to the winds and flew away. Another Halloween pumpkin was made.

Comments

  1. I chuckled with the pumpkin talk at the end. I liked how gleeful the narrator was at the apparent carnage.

    Minor typo in paragraph three: "sound's" should be "sounds"

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