( reedit due to bad title: this is a TALES FROM THE CRYPT/TALES FROM THE DARKSIDE stihck I actually wrote a book of. Their short, twisted stories that have dark sense's of justice and revenge in the end. )
Rated 16 For Blood, language, Violence, Violent Refrences, Mild gore, Smoking, Scary Crap, and Insinuations of... well, SCARY stuff.
Jack O' lantern
Marcie wasn't particularly enjoying her Halloween: her awesome zombie costume was lost on the hoards of five and eight year old running around her, as her snot-nosed younger brother tugged her from one house to the other to beg candy from the neighbours.
" This blows..." She muttered, as she waited for Jack to get his candy from the Smith's, his Superman cape beraggeled from night-dew and use, whatever cuteness he had still working enough to get a full sizer instead of a mini.
He came skipping down the driveway, never seeing the car...
Marcie tried to yell, to scream, something...
Her voice was gone.
The car swerved, but missed it's intended mailbox target by three feet....
Marcie suffered through a year of cards, cassoroles, and people crying over grief they never could truly understand, as the days blended together in a lump, each one melting like frost into the next.
Soon, against all fears and dreads, the year long anniversary of Jack's death rolled around, as a fog settled over the street from dawn till nightfall, setting a somber tone for the depressing night.
Watching bad horror films, Marcie felt her grief take hold; Why did she let him go alone? Why did she wait across the street?
The doorbell rang, the sound startling her out of her dark memories.
Grabbing the plastic candy bowl, she opened the door, forcing a smile on her face.
" Happy..."
The words died on her tounge; the figure standing there wore a stained cape and costume, a pumpkin perched neatly on his shoulders.
" tricks or treats."
She handed him a candy bar; a clawed, skeleton hand clutched her wrist.
" Let me go! Let me g.."
The figure spoke, the voice raspy... full of dirt.
" Let you go? Why, of COURSE I'll let you go.. "
The figure threw her into the road, laughing insanely.
It's him! He came back for one last trick! She thought, as the car barreled towards her, unable to stop on the dew-slicked road.
The next day, as the police were taking reports from watchful neighbours, Marcies' mother found two things on her doorstep:
An empty trick-or-treat sack with faded red stains on it, and a glowing jack o lantern, who's smile seemed too wide, too knowing...
( reedit due to bad title: this is a TALES FROM THE CRYPT/TALES FROM THE DARKSIDE stihck I actually wrote a book of. Their short, twisted stories that have dark sense's of justice and revenge in the end. )
Rated 16 For Blood, language, Violence, Violent Refrences, Mild gore, Smoking, Scary Crap, and Insinuations of... well, SCARY stuff.
Jack O' lantern
Marcie wasn't particularly enjoying her Halloween: her awesome zombie costume was lost on the hoards of five and eight year old running around her, as her snot-nosed younger brother tugged her from one house to the other to beg candy from the neighbours.
" This blows..." She muttered, as she waited for Jack to get his candy from the Smith's, his Superman cape beraggeled from night-dew and use, whatever cuteness he had still working enough to get a full sizer instead of a mini.
He came skipping down the driveway, never seeing the car...
Marcie tried to yell, to scream, something...
Her voice was gone.
The car swerved, but missed it's intended mailbox target by three feet....
Marcie suffered through a year of cards, cassoroles, and people crying over grief they never could truly understand, as the days blended together in a lump, each one melting like frost into the next.
Soon, against all fears and dreads, the year long anniversary of Jack's death rolled around, as a fog settled over the street from dawn till nightfall, setting a somber tone for the depressing night.
Watching bad horror films, Marcie felt her grief take hold; Why did she let him go alone? Why did she wait across the street?
The doorbell rang, the sound startling her out of her dark memories.
Grabbing the plastic candy bowl, she opened the door, forcing a smile on her face.
" Happy..."
The words died on her tounge; the figure standing there wore a stained cape and costume, a pumpkin perched neatly on his shoulders.
" tricks or treats."
She handed him a candy bar; a clawed, skeleton hand clutched her wrist.
" Let me go! Let me g.."
The figure spoke, the voice raspy... full of dirt.
" Let you go? Why, of COURSE I'll let you go.. "
The figure threw her into the road, laughing insanely.
It's him! He came back for one last trick! She thought, as the car barreled towards her, unable to stop on the dew-slicked road.
The next day, as the police were taking reports from watchful neighbours, Marcies' mother found two things on her doorstep:
An empty trick-or-treat sack with faded red stains on it, and a glowing jack o lantern, who's smile seemed too wide, too knowing...
A terrible trick, indeed.
THE END
Edited by TheTimidLight