One Night

Eerie

Our neighborhood doesn’t get any Trick or Treaters anymore.

We haven’t had visits from ghosts or vampires or werewolves or mummies or a single witch for years.

Kids go to the Mall or to festivals. The houses around the Festivals get a lot of Trick or Treaters- but no the rest of us.

We all just sit around and eat candy that no one collects and we don’t even bother to carve pumpkins anymore.

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On my way home from the movies, I asked Luis:

” Don’t you think it’s strange not to see a single Devil or Pirate or toilet paper streaming down from a tree or two?”

He said  it did seem odd.

” I think it’s depressing. Not a single costumed monster or little kids dressed up like food or candy.”

I searched through my purse and found my mints. Mints calm me when I start to feel stressed.

” One night, one night where anyone can be anything they want and be rewarded for it. I despair for humanity.”

Luis said he saw my point.

” I love Halloween so. ” I said and then I popped another mint and rolled the window down and let the crisp night chill my bones a little.

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When we got home our street was pumpkinless, decoration free, there wasn’t a ghoul or a zombie or a hippie to be seen.

” I guess that’s it for tonight. What a bust. Guess we can turn in for the evening.” I pouted.

” We could still go out, ” Luis said touching my cheek which began to grow wider as my jaw grew heavier and fine silver whisps of fur began to spread from my forehead down my throat to my widening rib cage.

” I’d stick out like a sore thumb. One night. I used to have one night o go out and be like everybody else. People suck. I hope they all get brain rot from their cellphones.”

I got out of our car and slammed the car door shut,  and  then I dropped to my knees and fell forward.

I let out a howl.

Then I sadly trailed up the walk to our door,  dragging my tail behind me.

Halloween Is Fun at SLF

I have this cauldron  at my workstation in my warehouse-

Halloween Treats For My Co-Workers!

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I know I  am such a giver….however

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Sorry Guys,

The PEZ are for display purposes only and by the time you get to work the  PEZ candy will be gone and the Pez Dispensers will be under lock and key.

Can’t have a treat without a trick.

AMM

Ode To A Raven

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There was a knock upon my door

it woke me from my sleep

I didn’t reach for a light

I couldn’t even breathe.

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It shouldn’t have been

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no one should be at my door

all I wanted to do was sleep

But there was a knock upon my door

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” Is anyone there? “

a voice echoed  from the dark

” Answer me, are you there?”

And then it knocked again

louder then before

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So I crept to my door and I pushed it open

” What do you want?” I demanded

as my door swung open wide

and a horrible white light burned into

my long shut sleeping eyes…

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And a voice called from beyond the brightness:

What the hell is that? For God sake shut it, shut that coffin lid NOW!

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JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Knock Knock

Momento Mori

People are doing all sorts of wonderful, unique and creative ways to honor and remember their dead.

It’s a way to tell a story and in telling that story we hope to have that person live on- and they do.

But the story teller does that too.

 

I was at a cemetery, taking  in the atmosphere, snapping pictures, learning stories when I saw this bench and the blue container behind it:

Photo: A.M. Moscoo

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

So I took the lid off and looked inside:

Photo A.M. Moscoo

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I couldn’t tell you what was in there exactly, all of it was fragile and on the verge of falling apart so I didn’t touch any of it.

But their story was in there,  I just didn’t have the heart to dig for it.

It wasn’t a wasted story.

The is also a story was about the person who left these things here, they had a story to tell something they wanted to share.

And when I look over these pictures I can see it, and waiting for it to come together has a taste that all writers know.

JNW’S Halloween Challenge: Graveyard