Wishing you all a very happy Halloween!
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The small group of 5 children sat on the floor in the dark living room. One of them held a lit flashlight below his face so it gave him a spooky appearance while he told the others his ghost story.
“And as she turned to look, she saw the bloody hook!” Mike exclaimed as he finished his story.
Three of other kids let out small cries of fear. The other commented, “That wasn’t all that scary, Mike.”
“Really, Dennis?” Mike replied, lowering his flashlight to shine on Dennis. “Then why are you trembling? And why did your voice sound a little high pitched?”
Dennis frowned. “My turn for a story,” he said. “Give me that.”
Mike reached over to hand him the flashlight when he saw movement behind he couch. He froze and gasped.
“What’s wrong?” Dennis asked.
Mike pointed with a trembling finger. Dennis and the others turned to look.
Behind the couch stood a tall, cloaked figure. Its arms began to wave and it started to make moaning noises. Then it started to move around the couch and towards them. The children all stood up and started screaming and backing away.
As it neared the children, the figure suddenly removed the cloak and cried out, ‘BOO!”
The other children screamed, but Mike recovered his wits enough to shine his flashlight on the figure. He rolled his eyes. “Mom….” he sighed with embarrassment.
His mom chuckled. “Happy Halloween, kids.”
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “boo”:
When the veil thins,
Spooks and spectres
Cross the border
To haunt the night.
Witches and wizards
Take to the skies
And cast their spells.
Ghouls and goblins
Walks the streets
In search of prey.
Beware, should you
Go out this night.
Watch your step
And say your prayers,
For danger lurks
In the dark;
This is Halloween.
He should have known better than to gorge on a scary movie marathon for Halloween. His sleep was disturbed by nightmares, and when he awoke abruptly and laid there, his heart pounding, he wasn’t sure if the sudden noise that had woken him had been real or part of a dream.
This day-late post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “gorge”:
Jack and Jen stood in the living room of their new home and heaved a sigh. It had taken a few weeks but they had finally finished unpacking everything. Jen took a look around the room, making sure everything was where it should be – photos on the walls, books on the bookcase, knickknacks on the shelves and in the curio cabinet, Fluffy’s dog bed in the corner, … With a nod of approval, she collapsed on the couch. Jack joined her a moment later.
“Finally,” Jack said. “I though we’d never finish.”
“I know. But we did. And now, this place can finally start to feel like home.”
It was getting late, so the couple decided to retire for the night. As they left the living the room and were heading to bed, a small figurine in the curio cabinet turned slightly toward them.
In the middle of the night, Jen woke up, thinking she’d heard footsteps outside the bedroom door. Heart pounding, afraid someone had broken in, she roughly shook Jack’s arm to wake him, then told him what she’d heard. He shook his head, sure she’d just dreamed it, and was about to tell her that when Fluffy jumped down from the bed and ran to the door. Then he heard the footsteps outside the door, too, clear as day.
Jack hurried to the door and yanked it open. Fluffy ran out into the hall and towards the living room while Jack peered up and down the hall for who was walking around. To his surprise, no one was there. Confused, he checked each room along the hall, but found no one. He then made his way towards the front of the house to check there. When he got to the living room, he found Fluffy sitting in front of the curio cabinet, staring intently at it. Some of the figurines had be turned around inside it. One of the photos was hanging cockeyed on the wall, as well.
Stunned, Jack called out for Jen to come see it. When she arrived, she gasped in shock. “What’s going on, Jack?” she asked fearfully.
“I don’t know, Jen. I know what it looks like, but it can’t be. Can it?”
“Surely not,” she replied, but finding it hard to discount her eyes.
The couple returned to bed but found it hard to sleep. The next few days found more strange happenings. More things moved around. The sound of footsteps continued, along with the occasional whispered voice. Even an odd shadowy figure began to be seen.
When Jen awoke one night to see the indistinct figure of a older woman standing beside her, she screamed. The figure vanished as Jack awoke with a start and Fluffy sat up at the foot of the bed, instantly alert.
Jen tearfully recounted what she’d seen, and Jack decided they had no other choice but to do something about the problem.
The next day, Jack did some online research and made a few phone calls. The following day, a middle-aged woman arrived at the house. Jack let her in and introduced her to Jen as Linda, a local psychic medium he’d asked to come take a look at the house and possibly tell them what was going on. Jen started to tell her what they’d experienced but Linda held up a hand and walked purposefully to the living room. Jack and Jen followed.
“This room is where the majority of the experiences have been, correct?” Linda asked as she placed a hand on the curio cabinet.
Jen nodded but explained that things had happened throughout the house. She and Jack then led her around the house to let her get a feel for the whole place. Then they returned to the living room.
Linda took a seat on the couch, closed her eyes, let her breathing slow and her senses reach out around her. She began softly asking questions of whatever might be there.
After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked at Jack and Jen. She gave them a small smile. “You have nothing to fear,” she told them. “I have sensed no evil here, only the presence of one spirit. She tells me her name is Martha, and she used to live in this house. She didn’t mean to scare you. She was only trying to let you know she was here. She asked me to tell you that she’s happy to have you living here with her, as she’s been lonely and she likes you, and she hopes you will stay.”
Jack and Jen released breaths they didn’t realize they’d been holding. Relieved to know there was nothing bad in the house, they agreed to try living with Martha as long as she kept activity to a minimum, believing they could handle a little minor spiritual activity once in a while.
As the medium took her leave, Jack and Jen thanked her for her help, and Linda told them to call her if they ever needed her help again. Jack didn’t think they would, but he said they would if they did. Linda gave them a smile that seemed genuine but for some reason also made Jack feel a little uneasy, then drove off.
As Jack watched Linda drive off, he shrugged, thinking he’d imagined things, and he and Jen headed back inside the house.
Things in the house were peaceful for Jack and Jen from then on, with only a little ghostly activity from Martha now and again.
At least, for a while…
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “medium”:
Sherri and Alec stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom and grinned. Sherri brushed a lock of curly black hair behind her ear then tweaked her crooked nose and smoothed out a crease in her dress. “We look great,” she said, “don’t you think?”
Alec nodded, and quickly held a hand up to keep his pointed black hat from falling off. “Yeah. You look great in your witch costume.”
“And you look great in your warlock costume.”
“Do you think we’ll win the costume contest, though?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. There could be some tough competition. But we’ve got Salem to help us.”
“You still want to bring him?”
“Of course! What’s a witch without her black cat?”
“True. But do you really intend to dress him up for this? You know how he gets. Can you really get that costume on him?”
“It’ll be fine, Alec. Don’t worry. Now, come on. We don’t have much time before we have to leave.”
Sherri grabbed a small plastic bag from the bed and left the room. Alec softly shook his head as he followed his wife.
In the living room, Salem was curled up on the couch. Sherri softly sat beside him and reached into the bag. The cat’s ears twitched at the sound of the rustling plastic and he opened a yellow eye a slit. He watched as Sherri slowly dragged a small black cape and a small pointed black hat from the bag, then reached out for him.
Salem’s eyes popped open and he quickly sat up, a low growl starting to issue from his throat. Sherri reached further for him, and he hissed.
“Sherri…” Alec warned as he watched her quickly grab the cat and hoist it into her lap.
The cat struggled, wriggling and hissing, as Sherri worked to put the small cape and hat on the cat. Somehow, she managed to get them on the cat, but Salem made his displeasure fully known with a swat at her hand. His claws scratched her hand, and she cried out as the cat jumped from her lap and ran to hide under the lounge chair across the room.
“See,” Alec said. “I warned you about trying to dress up the cat.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sherri said as she got up from the couch. “I’m going to go clean this scratch and put a bandage on it. Get Salem from underneath the chair and take the costume off him. When he’s calmed down, we’ll go.”
“You still want to take him?” Alec asked in disbelief.
“Of course! A witch needs her familiar, after all.”
Alec rolled his eyes as Sherri headed for the bathroom.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “dress”:
Wishing a very happy Halloween to all!
“When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween.” – anonymous
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