#100DAYSOFHALLOWEENHAPPY #6 Happy Friday
What better way to get people into the Friday the 13th Spirit then to release a movie about Demonic Possesion on a date, during a month when some people are in the mood to raise a little Hell and there is a segment of the population is afraid they will be able to actually do it ?
Well played Hollywood, well played.
Inspired By ” The Writer’s 10 Halloween Writing Prompt- Tunnel Vision
We all have little rituals.
Some of us buy fancy expensive underwear and chocolates to hand out for Valentines Day. Some of us eat Waffles on Sunday. Some of us get tattoos every time we pop out another child.
My ritual is a special one and I look forward to performing it every Halloween.
On Halloween I kill you, sometimes I do it more then once because, darn it-it feels good.
I guess this is the part where I mention that you turn up in various stages of decay in the stories I write- sometimes you are already dead and the part you get is that of a rotting corpse. Other times you get done in by a Devil or a psychopath.
Once I baked you in a pie.
It was yummy, I mean the story was yummy. It was funny too. And well written, if that counts for anything.
For the curious, you worked your way into this special ritual because when I told you my nephew had died from a terminal illness- that you knew about because I told you about it when we learned seven years before that at the age of 14 he would probably be dead by the time he was in his early 20’s,
you sent me this message
That was all you said about my nephew’s death. I wouldn’t have wished his death on anyone, not even you. But to be honest sometimes I do. Yeah. Honestly. Sometimes I do.
So let me take away the mystery, let me erase any doubts, let me make myself perfectly clear. In August when I start setting up my blog for Halloween and the body count racks up around here, I just want you to know, so that there is no question about it that in that pile of ink stained corpses is you.
For the record, I toss in a few more people into that pile- people who betrayed my trust, were mean to my dogs, you know who you are ( wink wink ). But you my dear and special friend I kill you every Halloween, sometimes more then once because-
unlike you my Soul might be dark but it is not empty.
Unknown
She heard her husband walking down the hall to the kitchen where she was standing at the sink. She always stood there when she was stuck on what to make for dinner.
” Something followed me home from the bus stop. ” Dewey told his wife from the doorway ” that’s why I’m late. I kept stopping and turning around the way you do and Ruby for sure. Something followed me home. ”
Ruby leaned over the sink and looked out the kitchen window. ” It’s foggy tonight. I guess you wouldn’t be able to see much of anything.”
” That’s a fact. But I could smell it Ruby and it smelled bad. Really bad.”
Ruby was still looking out the window. ” Was it really that foul? ”
“I’ll say. It made my eyes water. What do you suppose it could be Ruby? ”
Ruby went to the back door and before she opened it she looked back at Dewey and her long black tongue shot out of her mouth and her yellow eyes burned in her pale face. ” Dinner. ” she told him.
The door slammed behind her and Dewey went to the cabinet where they kept their dinnerware and butcher knives and then he began to set the table.
Inspired by The Halloween Prompt: Weird Neighbors With A Secret.
My Granddaughter is in Pennywise training.
I’m not sure what I’m more proud of, the fact that she touched that creepy animatronic clown or that she was in no rush to walk away.
Photo: Moscoso
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