Hope this is fine!
- an Artsy Anon
"Have a good time, (your name)! And stay out of trouble!"
Your mum waves as you happily rush out of the house in your costume, eager to fill the candy bucket with all the sweets in the world. You started with nearby houses and slowly work your way though, eventually heading to a part of the neighborhood where you have to go though the rows of stores in order to reach there. Most of stores are closed early for the Halloween, so the place is relatively quiet.
About halfway through, you see drops of blood trailing into a nearby alleyway. Curious, you decided to look for the person and see if they need help only to be greeted with a gruesome sight as you rounded a corner.
A man in black with a dark red vest is kneeling by someone lying still in the shadows, happily humming a tune as he hacks at the body with a blade, spraying blood on the nearby walls, himself and the ground around the victim.
As the man seem to be occupied with what he is doing, you decide to quietly back away before calling the police. But before you are out of his sight, you accidentally kicked an empty can.
You froze as the man stops and slowly turns his head towards your direction. From under a black slouch hat with one side folded up, you can make out a few-days-old stubble on his face and two glowing, blood red orbs behind a pair of yellow-tainted aviator sunglasses.
He greeted you rather courteously, a corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk revealing sharp canines as he stands to his full height and your jaw drops when you see how tall the man is, easily towering over you as you unintentionally back yourself to a wall with no easy way to escape as he stops in front of you.
"Hmm, what to do with you? Oi forget what Spy said about dealing with witnesses..." He pondered, the tip of his bloodied blade tapping at his chin in thought.
"You know what, forget it." He finally said as he suddenly holds you in place and raises his weapon over you. "Oi'll just chop you up and dispose of you along with the target."
You couldn't move, helplessly looking up at him as he swings his blade down at you.
"Non! Stop, Sniper."
The blade stop just an inch from your forehead and you slowly slide down to the floor, on the verge of wetting yourself as another man in white suit shimmers into view beside the blood covered killer, wearing a tight-fitting white balaclava that only exposes his blue eyes and mouth.
"Are you okay?" The man in white said to you in a gentle voice as he kneels down in front of you.
You slowly shake your head and the man in white frowns before he stands up and reprimands 'Sniper'.
"Sniper, how many times do I have to tell you? Didn't I tell you to call for me when witnesses are involved?"
"How am oi supposed to know, Spy? Oh, maybe if you can stop giving me lectures and get straight to the point then oi might remember some things you said to me." 'Sniper' retorted back, snarling at 'Spy'.
"*sigh* Fine, just go and finish your job with those things. And remember to wash away all ze blood you... 'accidentally' spilled." 'Spy' huffed, waving off a rather disgruntled 'Sniper'.
As the 'Sniper' started humming the same tune again resuming his work, 'Spy' offers you his white gloved hand.
"Can you stand? Let me explain what Sniper zis doing before I walk you home."
You hesitated a bit before you take his hand and he gently pulls you to your feet.
"Tell me, what do you know about Halloween?" He asks. You think back to what your history teacher had taught your class and you replied, before you ask him about the sudden question.
"You are correct, it zis a day which the ghosts and monsters freely roam ze earth. Ze reason why I ask you that zis because the part about ghosts and monsters zis real. Look at the body Sniper's cutting up."
At that he turns you towards the direction of the 'Sniper'. Even though you don't want to look at the body, you have no choice but to check the masked man's credibility.
Your eyes, adjusted to the darkness, widened as you make out what looks like sharp fangs poking out of the victim's bloodied mouth. As if to further validate the truth, 'Sniper' briefly glances back at you and holds up an arm that is not even human in appearance.
"If Sniper hadn't come here to kill that thing, it would likely have you and the other passing kids for dinner." 'Spy' explained. "Now walk with me, there's a couple of them nearby."
It seemed like forever before you find yourself standing in front of your house, only to find that 'Spy' vanished the same way he appeared. It was then you find your candy bucket by your feet, filled to brim with candies and an item along with a note.
&I apologize for Sniper's behavior and hope you find the item useful.&
As you were walking home, you found that you had stayed out far later than you had wanted, and a dense fog had begun to cover the streets, the dimmed glow of the lampposts and the softened silhouette of the moon served as the muted light sources of your path. You passed by a long alleyway, when from deep within, far beyond in the dark where no light could penetrate, a deep rumbling noise crept into your ears. Abandoning your instincts to curiosity, you leaned into the alley a tad, and that's when you began to make out a shadow in the fog. You weren't not sure what it was, but it was big, that much was sure. The rumble slowly formed into an audible growl, and you finally let your fear take over, running down the street as fast as possible, making sure to stay in the lit open streets. After a few minutes, you stopped to catch your breath. You looked back, and to your relief, nothing was there, no ghouls on your tail or monsters waiting in the fog. You sighed, and chuckled nervously to yourself. How silly, getting scared over nothing...
You then turned around to continue on your way, when towering in front of you was a hulking mass of deep blue fur, armed with massive gray claws which it balanced its weight on, as it slowly got on all fours to meet your gaze. Its haunting green eyes locked onto your horror-stricken face, and you could have sworn its crooked fanged jaws formed a maddening grin as it snarled at you and began to close in. You backed up at it came closer, trying not to make any sudden movements, your breathing labored with a paralyzing fear. Your mind was swirling, it was as if your body was controlling you in this desperate time, the primal instinct to live, to get away, to not be ripped to shreds in the street, to not be the first name on tomorrow's obituaries... When suddenly the thing stopped. At first, you couldn't understand it, until you looked down to see a small circle of light. And you were in it. The monster was not. You then looked up to see the comforting salvation of a lamppost's glow, and when you looked back to the street, the beast was gone as swiftly and mysteriously as it had appeared, and in its place was a little blue... present. You picked it up, wondering if this was all some sort of twisted practical joke, when as if responding to you picking up the box, a howl rang through the streets, and you instinctively clutched the package to your chest, and as the town became silent once more, you relaxed, looked down at the box, and read the little, and ironically neatly written, tag:
-Saved by a lamppost, how ironic.
Mister Monster Guy
You've been Stalked! &3 - Stalker Anon
Here's an itsy bitsy giftsy
- an Artsy Anon
Reflection On The Table
Dominica and George bought a table at a yard sale one day. It was very lovely and rustic, and the couple were very proud of it. They put it in the living room and set their favorite place-mats on it.
The next morning, however, they discovered that their place-mats were strewn all over the floor. Puzzled, they placed them back and went around the house looking to see if there had been a break-in. They heaved a sigh of relief when they saw that there wasn't any sign of forced entry, and deduced that the cat must have played with the place-mats that night.
The couple decided to take a seat and rest around their table. Slowly, but surely, they saw a place-mat move... and slide itself down onto the floor. The same happened for the other place-mats, and while George was staring, he saw a pale face staring right back at him from the reflection on the dark shiny tabletop. He shouted and it vanished. Thinking that whatever they saw was now gone, the couple began to use the table again, but the place-mats never stayed on it for very long.
Spooked, the two moved the table to the dumpster and got themselves a new one. From that day on, the place-mats never fell onto the floor again.
- White Candle Anon
The only noise that could be heard was the slosh of the oars as they dipped into the water and slipped through the murky lake. The water lapped against the sides of the small rickety boat and your knuckles whitened as you gripped the stiff plank of wood that acted as your seat. You couldn't believe you were doing this. More to the point, you couldn't believe your friends had all bailed out and you were doing this alone.
For the fifteenth time, your eyes drifted towards the island and its pier just ahead. The nameless island was an utter mystery to the town. No one knew why it had been sealed off or what was on the small island. There were theories, however. Like many abandoned and unknown places, the island had become a ghost story that was whispered about in the dead of night. Ghosts, monsters, and ghouls. You had heard all of the different versions of the tale. Now you finally had the chance to see the truth of the place with your own eyes. Last week, a shocking announcement had arrived stating that Gaians could visit the island. You simply could not resist the curiosity that compelled you to go look.
Humming drew your attention away from the island and back to your guide. He called himself the ferryman, however the dingy little boat was far from a ferry. His clothes were a bundled mess of brown hues, his beard was as wild as his graying hair, and when he had laughed earlier you had spied a few missing teeth. In a single word, the man was sketchy. Nonetheless, he was the only boater who had permission to bring people to the island and back. The humming stopped and hazel eyes met your own. You quickly looked away, embarrassed for having been caught staring.
"Ye wasted a lot of time waitin' for yer friends." The ferryman's voice was gruff and blunt, "Ye won't have much time 'fore sunset."
You winced as you recalled the awkward thirty minutes spent waiting for your friends. You had toyed with your phone as you desperately tried to figure out where each of them was. Meanwhile, the ferryman had unflinchingly stared at you and repeatedly pestered that he wouldn't stay on the island once dark arrived.
"I won't be long." You glanced towards the sky as you spoke; the rays of the setting sun were beginning to tint the water orange. You really wouldn't have that much time.
More silence filled minutes passed and you were relieved when the boat finally reached the pier. Well, pier would have been an exaggeration. It was just a small structure of wood with a lantern hanging on a post to mark its presence. You were surprised that the planks of wood that made up the dock even supported your weight as you wobbled out of the boat. There wasn't a single piece that hadn't been warped and twisted by age.
"Be quick." The ferryman, not having bothered to help you out of the boat, was already leaning against a post and using the hanging lantern to light a cigarette, "I ain't gonna wait if ye take too long when I holler for ye to come back."
You wrinkled your nose at the smell and moved away. Leaving the dock, you spotted a rotting sign next to an old cobble path. Although the paint was peeling and mostly flecked off, you somehow managed to read the words. Graveyard Pier. What a cheerful name for the place. Suddenly, you grinned as renewed excitement filled you. You were actually here; at the place where so many stories were born from. Your friends were going to regret not coming. With a spring in your step, you walked down the path and further into the island.
Autumn leaves painted the ground orange and yellow. Around you the trees were withered, brown, and bare from fall's touch. The only noise you could hear was the crunch of leaves underfoot and the occasional sound as a dead branch fell from somewhere in the woods. Your eyes darted like a dragonfly as you tried to take in as much as possible in the short time you had. Ahead, you could see a cottage next to an arched open metal gate. You paused at the abandoned cottage, looking at the vines that crawled up its side. From above, perched on the roof, a raven stared down at you with beaded eyes and cawed. Annoyed at your curious gaze, it cawed again and flapped its wings menacingly. You blinked and backed away. You had absolutely no desire to pick a fight with a bird.
You turned back to the gate entrance and looked through. Tombstones were scattered across a field of dead grass and leaves. You now knew why this place was called Graveyard Pier. Hesitantly, you stepped into the graveyard. Most of the tombstones were broken or crumbling and many of the engravings were impossible to read. Clearly, there had not been a grave tender here for a very long time. You wandered deeper into the graveyard, careful of your footing. A few more ravens gathered along the ancient monuments and warily watched you. Trailing a hand to wipe a leaf off a plaque, you paused as something caught your eye. Turning, you frowned as you stared off into the woods.
There. A small light. Why was there a light in the woods? Your frown deepened as you crossed the graveyard to its edge. Closer now, you could barely make out something that looked like a structure. It was hard to tell with the thick brush and trees.
Stay or go. You weighed your options. A raven cawed behind you, almost sounding like a dare. Lifting your chin, you made your decision and walked into the woods. You had come this far already, no point in stopping now.
Branches snapped and scratched against leaves as you pushed forward towards the flicker of light. You could see there was once a path here, but it had long since been buried by nature. A feeling of unease settled in your chest as you walked. The light was farther than you had originally thought. Continuing at a steady pace, you eventually reached the source of the light: a candle in a window. The structure, a wood cabin, was derelict and filthy. The porch roof was tilted precariously to the side, one of its posts collapsing in on itself. Most of the windows appeared broken and boarded up. The only reason why the light from the candle was visibly was because one of the boarded planks of wood had fallen off.
You cautiously walked onto the porch, warily staring at the roof the entire time. The wood below you moaned under your weight as you approached the door. When you reached it, you suddenly stopped. You hadn't actually thought this far. Frowning once more, you raised your hand and knocked. The door drifted inward the moment your knuckle hit it. The door had not been fully closed.
"Hello?" You called out as you peered into the cabin.
No one replied and you slowly stepped in. The moment you did, you blinked and then blinked again. The inside of the cabin was spotless. You had expected dust, dirt, and spider webs, yes as impossible as it sounded, the cabin was in perfect condition. Utterly surprised, you took a few more steps inside. The place looked like it could have been in a brochure with its oak carved furniture and plush dark green cushions. The only thing out of place was the gifting supplies that was neatly located throughout the room.
In an empty corner, dozens and dozens of small plain boxes were stacked. On the table in the center of the room were rolls of different colored wrapping paper and ribbons. Wandering over to the oak desk, you spotted a pile of crisp white gift tags next to a calligrapher's pen and inkwell. On the windowsill just above the desk, was the lit candle, flickering in the drafty air. Everything you saw in the room seemed fastidiously placed and organized.
You gazed thoughtfully across the room. This was someone's workshop. That was very clear to you now. Who it was or why they had set up in such an isolated and secret manner was a mystery. You faced the desk once more, searching its surface for clues. Your hand was just inches from the drawer when an unsettling feeling fell across you.
You were being watched.
The hair on the back of your neck was raised. A cold bead of sweat slid down the side of your face and you straightened. You could feel an intense stare focused on the center of your back. You did not want to, but you had to turn. Even though you knew this, it took you a few seconds to gather your courage. Just get it done and over it. Quickly and without forewarning, you whirled around to face the stranger and... And saw nothing. Breath coming in short bursts, you searched the room for someone. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest.
There was no one there.
You shivered, wiping your clammy hands on your pants. You must have spooked yourself. Even as you tried to silently laugh it off, your body was still tense with anticipation. The feeling of being watched was still there. Your teeth started to chatter and you rubbed the sides of your arms for warmth. The sun must have been nearly set because it had become startlingly cold. Whatever the reason, it was time for you to leave.
Far quicker than how you had entered, you left the cabin and closed its door. Stepping off the porch, you paused. The crickets had started to sing and the woods had grown dark. Far darker than you thought it would be for this time of day. You'd have to use your phone light to get back to the graveyard. Pulling it from your pocket, you clicked its black screen to wake it up. A second later, you clicked it again. Glaring at it now, you tried the power button to no avail. Unbelievable. Your phone was dead. Angrily shoving it back into your pocket, you stared at the black wall that was the woods. Maybe you could go back inside the cabin and use the... You glanced back at it and then abruptly backed away from the cabin, heart pounding hard. Someone had blown the candle out. Swallowing hard, you hurried away from the cabin. There was no way you were going back inside.
The woods were as scratchy, uneven, and annoying as the first time. More than once, you had to stop because some part of your clothes had been snagged by an outreaching branch. You were making so much noise that you must have seemed like a wrecking ball to any animals nearby. The thought made you grin. As you stepped forward passed a bush, your foot found a divot in the dirt and in a single second you face planted down onto the ground. Pain seared through your leg and your eyes watered from the impact. Your arms began to sting from multiple scratches. You groaned down into the dirt as you mentally assessed the pain you were feeling. From one of the trees, a raven cawed. A moment later, several leaves fell and landed on your already tangled hair. You rolled onto your back and glared at the raven. It was probably the one from the cottage.
Grimacing, you wobbled and managed to stand. Tentatively, you took a step forward. The pain in your foot intensified, but it was manageable. It was probably a light sprain. Wiping the dirt off of your clothes, you looked around. Seconds passed. The blood drained from your face as you looked from one tree to the next. Which direction had you been going? You closed your eyes, trying to remember how you had fallen and then which way you had gotten up. Damn it. It was not helping. You had absolutely no clue where to go.
Fear slithered into your heart and you looked to the sky. Everything looked so dark here in the woods. You could not even check the time because your phone was dead. Your mind drifted back to the ferryman. He wouldn't actually leave you out here, right? Fear and worry rooted you to the spot. You were lost in the woods. Your cell phone was dead and you had no flashlight. Swallowing hard, you shook your head to try and refocus it. Be rational. Surely you were not that far from the graveyard. Despite this thought, you stood paralyzed with fear, staring at the darkness and the trees around you. You had to do something... You had to move. If only you had a...
A gasp escaped your lips. A light. To your side, you could see a light in the woods ahead. Someone must have relit the candle in the cabin. Not hesitating for a moment, you began to follow it. If someone was in there, then they could help you get back to the dock. Then again, that was assuming they weren't actually a serial killer who was planning on horrifically murdering you and stashing your body somewhere in the woods. You winced at the mental image. You were beginning to have doubts about your new plan. As you grew closer to the light, your heart began to pound harder. Maybe it was a serial killer inside. Either way, you refused to be in the dark woods a second longer. Bracing yourself, you emerged from the woods.
"There ye are."
The unexpected voice nearly caused you to lose your footing for a second time. The ferryman leaned against a tombstone, a new cigarette in his mouth. Next to him, resting on the top of the tombstone, was a lantern with a candle inside; the light you had been following. The sudden surge of relief that coursed through you made you light headed.
"I see the lady was right. Ye was lost, ey?" He blew out a cloud of smoke as he stared at your disheveled appearance thoughtfully.
You nodded, too tired to be embarrassed. His first sentence finally registered and you frowned. "Lady?"
"Aye." He nodded, "She came to me and said ye needed some 'elp. I guess she reckoned ye'd get lost." The ferryman fiddled with his coat pocket for a moment before pulling something out and tossing it to you. Startled by the unexpected movement, you barely managed to catch the box. It was a gift box. You recognized the size of the box and the wrapping paper from the ones you had found inside the cabin.
"The lady wanted me to give ye that. Not sure why she bothered." He shrugged and took a long drag of his cigarette. "Twas yer own fault for wandering so far out."
You barely heard his words, your focus on the box. Just as you expected, there was a tag with a small message written in elegant calligraphy
Abruptly, the ferryman turned and started back towards the docks, forcing your attention away from the gift. "Come on! Ye forced me to wait long enough already."
Looking from the gift then to the retreating form of the ferryman, you frowned and hurried after him. There was no way you were going to risk falling behind and getting lost again. With your limp, you struggled to keep up with the man. By the time he reached the boat with you in tow, your foot was throbbing with pain. With a practiced hand, he helped you into the boat, tied the lantern to its stern, and then pushed off away from the island.
Soon, the noise of the oars dipping into the water filled the otherwise silent air. The sun had fully set and a crescent moon was beginning to rise. You ignored it all and turned back to the gift. Shifting so you could catch some of the light emitting from the lantern, you turned the box over and began to read:
'Imagine my surprise when I arrived at my workshop today only to find a stranger inside. I forgive your curiosity and intrusion, however; only this once. I expect my hideaway to be a secret best kept between us... It would disappoint me immensely to find another traveler fiddling amongst my gifts.
--- Phantom Anon
P.S. Forgive the ferryman for his uncouth behavior. Although he does not show it, he would have been deeply worried if he had lost you to the woods. This island is not safe once night has fallen. There are more than just ravens that stalk these grounds.'
If at first you don&��t succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
You found a black box in your room with a card that says:
&��Halloween is coming!
Free again! Trick or treat&�&
Like this pumpkin?
Give it a *Whirl*!
Autumn treats for the one-eyed 'girl'.
You've been stalked! <3 - Stalker Anon
a gift for u biggrin
anime lover anon
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