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Scary Halloween

Friday, July 18th 2025. | Halloween

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A Scary Halloween Night

The wind howled a mournful dirge, rattling the skeletal decorations clinging precariously to the porch. Orange and purple lights flickered erratically, casting long, dancing shadows that stretched and contorted with malevolent glee across the lawn. It was Halloween night, and a particularly unsettling one at that. This wasn’t the cutesy, pumpkin-patch kind of Halloween; this was the deep, primal, spine-chilling variety.

Little Timmy, dressed as a miniature Dracula, tugged nervously at his cape. His older sister, Sarah, a self-proclaimed expert on all things spooky, tried to reassure him with a forced bravado. “Don’t worry, Timmy,” she said, her voice a little higher than usual. “It’s just for fun. It’s all make-believe.” But even she couldn’t quite shake the feeling of unease that permeated the air.

Their first stop was Mrs. Abernathy’s house, notorious in the neighborhood for its elaborate, and genuinely creepy, Halloween displays. Cobwebs draped every surface, giant spiders dangled from the eaves, and a motion-activated ghoul jumped out at unsuspecting trick-or-treaters. Timmy clung to Sarah’s hand as they approached the porch, his wide eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight emanating from within.

Mrs. Abernathy, cackling like a quintessential witch, offered them candy from a cauldron bubbling with dry ice. Timmy, emboldened by the sugar rush, even managed a small “Thank you.” As they walked away, he swore he saw one of the spiders twitch, but dismissed it as his imagination.

The night progressed, filled with the usual array of costumed characters and overflowing candy bags. But as the hours ticked by, the atmosphere grew increasingly unsettling. The wind picked up, swirling fallen leaves into mini-tornadoes that danced across the streets. The shadows seemed to deepen, lurking in every corner, whispering secrets only the darkness could understand.

They ventured down a street shrouded in an unnatural fog, its houses seemingly abandoned. No lights shone from the windows, no decorations adorned the lawns. It was eerily silent, save for the crunch of their footsteps on the dry leaves. A chill ran down Sarah’s spine. “Maybe we should turn back,” she suggested, her voice barely a whisper.

But Timmy, fueled by youthful curiosity and a sugar-induced stubbornness, insisted on continuing. “Just one more house, Sarah! Please!” He pointed to a dilapidated Victorian mansion looming at the end of the street. Its windows were boarded up, its paint peeling, and its porch sagged precariously. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

Sarah reluctantly agreed, her heart pounding in her chest. As they approached the house, a bloodcurdling scream echoed from within, followed by a low, guttural growl. Timmy froze, his eyes wide with terror. Sarah grabbed his hand and started to run, but it was too late. The front door creaked open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the darkness within.

It was tall and gaunt, its face hidden by shadows. But its eyes, burning with an unholy light, pierced through the darkness, fixing them in place. It stepped onto the porch, its movements slow and deliberate. A long, skeletal hand reached out, beckoning them closer. Timmy screamed, burying his face in Sarah’s leg.

Sarah, summoning every ounce of courage she possessed, yelled, “Trick or treat!”

The figure paused, its head tilting slightly. A raspy voice, like nails scratching on a chalkboard, filled the air. “Trick…or…treat?” It seemed to be struggling with the concept.

Sarah, seizing the opportunity, thrust her candy bag towards the figure. “Here! Take some candy! Happy Halloween!”

The figure slowly reached out and took a single piece of candy from the bag – a small, individually wrapped chocolate bar. It unwrapped the candy with agonizing slowness, its eyes never leaving them. It popped the chocolate into its mouth and seemed to savor the flavor.

After what felt like an eternity, the figure spoke again. “Thank…you.” And with that, it retreated back into the darkness of the house, the door creaking shut behind it.

Sarah grabbed Timmy and ran, not stopping until they were safely back in their own neighborhood, surrounded by the familiar sounds of laughter and cheerful greetings. They never spoke of the encounter again, but every Halloween, as the wind howls and the shadows dance, they remember the night they met something truly terrifying in the darkness, and how a single piece of chocolate saved them.

And sometimes, just sometimes, they think they see a tall, gaunt figure standing at the edge of their lawn, its eyes burning with an unholy light, waiting for its next piece of candy.