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All Who Enter Here

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Follow me- don’t worry- the Sun is shining and it’s lunchtime.

There’s nothing to be scared of.

You’re not worried are you?

Good.

Because there’s an interesting story just around the side of this building.

Let’s go.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Go ahead and take a good look- it was here that they found it.

What was it, you ask.

Well, here just follow me a little further down the alley.

They found a head.

A severed human head.

Nobody knows who it was, nobody knows who took it or why.

The mouth had been sewn shut and the tongue was missing.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

It was a big story a few years ago- it was in all of the papers.

But the tongue thing, that wasn’t in the papers.

Oh just a second I have a key… let me just give the door a little push, it gets stuck sometimes.

Anyway.

I rented this place a few years ago.

There’s something inside I want to show you.

Come on, I know it’s dark in here and smells a little funny but you’ll…

Hey.

What’s with the look?

What’s the matter with you?

Cat got your tongue?

That’s ok.

Saves me the trouble.

A.M. Moscoso's Niece: P. Knapp

A.M. Moscoso’s Niece: P. Knapp

(based on a true story)

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JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Boo

To Grandmother’s House We Go

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” How come we only go to Grandma’s house at night?” I asked my Mom a very long time ago.

My Mom and I were in my room,  We were standing in front of my open closet and chosing which dress I should wear to Grandma’s.

” Do you want to wear the red one or pink?” she asked me.

I looked into my closet and pointed to the pink dress.

” Grandma likes it that way, that’s why.” she said. ” Go chose out you socks.”

” Do they have to match?”

” Each other .” my Mom told me.

I ran to my dresser and pulled open my sock drawer and pulled out purple knee socks. ” Here. I want to wear these.”

My Mom shrugged.  ” Okay.”

” Mom, come on. Why can’t we go during the day? Grandma doesn’t have a tv and I’ll miss my shows.”

” It won’t kill you to miss  Love American Style every once and awhile. God, I’d like to know what you see in that show anyway, you’re six years old”

” No monsters.”

” Are you kidding me?”

I hopped up on my bed and started to jump up and down.

” Will you stop that?” Mom tossed my dress at me.

I watched it land near my pillow.

” No. It helps me think.”

I kept bouncing.

” Ok. I’ll bite. what are you thinking about?”

” Why do we have to go to Grandma’s at night.”

My Mom handed me my dress and told me to stand still. She tied my hair back into a ponytail and started to pick at my bangs.

” Because she’s a Devil during the day. You know that.”

My Mom flicked some loose hairs out of her way as she fixed my hair and then  gave a quick little rub to the tiny little horns that were just starting to bud from the sides of my forehead.  “Get dressed. She’s making your gingerbread men  for a treat tonight. You know how they taste funny when they start to cool.”

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Party

In A Maze

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JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Corn Maze/Hay Ride

There used to be a few farms out here- as far as I know no hayrides.

These are the suburbs and they have been for a long time.

But if you look around you can still find the wildness of what once was.

You only have to walk the maze to find it.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Midnight At Riversleigh Manor

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 This is one of my favorite monster stories- I dug it up from my archives just

for you.

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There’s something buried in the Gardener’s Shed and why would someone bury something that wasn’t dead yet?

The thing in the shed isn’t buried very deep, so if you were to crawl over the dead fall in front of the door and were able to push your way through he matted cobwebs and you didn’t mind the smell of rotting leaves and small unburied creatures you’d find  there under the window a slightly raised mound of earth.

Were you to look at the raised mound long enough and the light somehow managed to find it’s way through the little panes of glass covered with dust and dirt you’d think someone was lying there on their side with one arm cradling their cheek and the other laying comfortably on their side.

Wouldn’t you?

If you brought a flashlight and the beam was bright you might think you could see something wrong with the entire left side of the sleeping figure’s face. You might think that maybe that the face was gone, smashed in by something like that shovel in the corner.

Isn’t that right?

They might wonder what you were doing back there in a rotting shed behind the Manor House in the dead of Night, they might see you take the shovel and try to smooth and pound that little raised mound of Earth flat.

That’s what they’d see wouldn’t they?

So I must ask you again, why would you bury something that is not dead yet?

Go ahead you can tell me.

Just keep your hands were I can see them.

Photo: A.M Moscoso

Photo: A.M Moscoso