Hello L(uscious)!!! What a great place you have here! Thank you for creating (and haunting) it for us. Love the atmosphere!
I also love the video!!!! "The Lost Boys" is one of my most favorite vampire movies! Of course, Nosferatu is my utmost favorite!
Here are my Halloween tales! Yes, two of them. One for Mayo's place and one for 7's!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Mystery Of The Mysterious Monstrous Milk (Chocolate) Mutations At Mayo Manor
By Wendy (Anon 616 or 6 for short)
It all started so innocently and with such good intentions. I still don’t know how such a simple, plain sixteen pound bag of milk chocolate goodness, some chocolate chips, marshmallows and strawberries turned into such a horror story! But, they did. It did!
It was a quiet morning. Everyone in the manor was either still asleep or out for the day. I decided it was the perfect time to make some special treats for the All Hallow’s Eve party (and some extra treats to hand out to any trick or treaters brave enough to knock on the Manor doors)!
I planned to make rice crispy treats; but, someONE ate all the rice crispies!!! Umm, hmmm! So, I decided to make homemade lady fingers with my special milk chocolate icing. I also decided to make some homemade chocolate covered marshmallow ghost (on a stick) and chocolate, strawberry cheesecake. I had done all of this many times before and never had any trouble!
It was a particularly lovely, breezy day; so I decided to open the kitchen windows to let some fresh air and cool breeze in. It does get quite hot while cooking and baking.
Being the uber organized Virgo that I am, I laid all my ingredients out on the counter near the stove.
I began to mix the lady finger batter and started melting the milk chocolate in a huge pot on the stove ~ stirring frequently. Suddenly, a big gust of wind blew through the kitchen! The batter flew into the melting chocolate! So did the marshmallows and the cream cheese and the strawberries and the sticks for the marshmallow ghost! The cabinet over the stove flew open and a box of gummy worms and a bag of gummy bears fell into the pot!
I grabbed the big yard long spoon , intending to scoop out the box of gummy worms and the bag of gummy bears. I had just put the spoon in the pot when the most unexpected thing happened: LIGHTNING STRUCK and hit that big yard long spoon!
The force from the lightning strike knocked me all the way into the hall. I must have hit my head on that hall table; because, the next thing I knew I was opening my eyes and there was this huge chocolate gummy bear walking towards me! He had these horrible red strawberry eyes and his teeth looked like hardened and sharpened marshmallows with splinters of wood sticking out of them like thorns! Thick white goo oozed from his nostrils. His appearance was horrible and grotesque; but, he was cute compared to what was following him.
Behind him was a gigantic chocolate gummy worm with two huge fingers coming out of each side. And, the fingers had semi sweet chocolate chip eyes. One each. It was a monstrous thing!
The worm squirmed it’s way closer and closer to me. Those huge fingers each took turns pointing at me! First the one on the right, then the one on the left. Then right, then left, then right.… all the while looking at me with those accusing eyes!!!
I didn’t know what to do. All I could do is stare at this monstrosity in horror! This thing I had a hand in creating. I was terrified. I wondered who it would eat (or smother with chocolate and thick gummy goo) after it killed me!
I hoped Mayo, SS, Martha, my Sweet cheeks (BC), J and L, MissT, Amy, Ergo, Elena, TJ, Mya, the KOL anons, Wish, no ones, everyones, numbers, letters…. All other kind souls who dwelled (or visited) here would be safe. I hoped, somehow, they would be spared from this horror!
(Yes, I had forgotten all about the bear by this time. I really don’t like creepy, crawly things!)
I hoped and I wished and I prayed!
The horrible mutant worm was getting close. So darn close! I knew the end was near.
Just after my last “Please, help me! Someone, help me!” the most amazing thing happened. The big chocolate ferocious looking bear jumped right on that monstrous worm and squished it! Then, the bear took those two fingers and broke them (poked their eyes out too. Both of them.)!
It turned out, under all that chocolate and behind those evil, red strawberry eyes and splintered teeth; that bear was just a BIG OL’ MARSHMALLOW!!!!!! !
And, that stuff oozing from his nostrils was just the yummy cream cheese!
Why, he was such a sweet softy he even ‘stuck’ around to help me clean up all the mess!
The End (or is it?) (We didn’t even get to use the whipped cream!)
The Sinister Super Sized Snails Of Seven’s Sanctuary
By Wendy (Anon616)
October 29, 2012
You may have heard many Halloween stories about ghosts, witches, goblins, ghouls, vampires, werewolves, killer clowns (even giant chocolate gummy bears and worms); but, there are few stories comparable to the one I am going to tell you tonight…
These (*almost) actual events occurred just about three years ago on a night much like this.
The first real chill of fall had reached our beautiful, safe home. A place we affectionately called “Seven’s Sanctuary”. Seven built the house for us and promised it would protect us and keep us safe through the strongest, most powerful storms. It had, until that fateful night.
The house was quiet and I was just about to turn in for the night when I felt just how chilly it was becoming. I thought about Henry De Turtle in his pond and felt it was best to bring him in for the night. Turtles don’t like chilly weather!
I trotted out to the Sunroom to get Henry. I didn’t turn on the lights because the moon was shining brightly and I could see well enough. Or, so I thought!
I maneuvered my way through the sunroom to the pond. I had just reached the edge of the pond when I tripped over something . “SPASH” that something went into the pond!
“Well, at least it wasn’t me THIS TIME!” I said to myself as I grabbed Henry. Henry just looked at me at nodded in agreement ~ as turtles do.
I thought about turning on the lights to see what had fallen into the pond; but, I was just too tired to deal with pond cleaning. Besides, Henry was the only living thing in that pond. There was nothing to worry about! I would simply clean the pond in the morning!
I trotted back into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom ~ with Henry in tow.
During the night I awoke several times. I thought I heard strange sounds coming from downstairs. Loud, menacing munching sounds!
I convinced myself I was only dreaming… until, exactly 2:16 a.m. That’s when I heard a loud crash! I sounded as though someone had driven a tank through the sunroom!
I jumped out of bed, grabbed my robe (ummm, yeah..) and ran downstairs! There were trails of blue slime EVERYWHERE!!!!! All the potted plants been overturned and eaten. Even the green carpet and throw rugs had been eaten!!!!!
Suddenly, I heard another loud crash coming from the sunroom! I ran in that direction (careful not to slip on the slime). The sunroom was a total disaster area! The pond was cracked and there was water all over the floor. There was more of that slick, sinister looking blue slime all over. It was like all the smurfs in smurf ville had exploded in our sunroom. Actually, it looked like the sunroom had exploded and took all the smurfs with it!
The entire west wall of the sunroom was gone. GONE! POOF! There no more!
“What the hell happened here?” I thought to myself. Then, I remembered something had fallen into the pond when I went get Henry. I ran over to what was left of the pond and there it was! An entire gallon of Miracle Gro had fallen into the pond!
“Oh no!” I thought to myself, again.
“What if there were snails in the pond?”
“What if those snails ingested the miracle gro and… well, GREW ?!”
“What if the miracle gro affected their snail brains and snail taste buds and turned them into flesh eating beasts?”
“I must warn Seven, NO, Martha, Martha’s Friend, BC, Ergo, Amy, MissT, RW, L and J, everyone!!!”
Just then Martha came running out of the den. (How she slept through all that racket I will never know!)
“Six, Six (she calls me that *wink*)! There’s a super sized snail in the den doing sinister things like eating the bamboo off the futon and ceiling fans! What do we do? What do we do?”
“Run upstairs and warn everyone else, Martha! They may want our flesh! Our other parts too!” I replied.
“Everyone else is gone. They went to the midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture show! It‘s the extended version. They‘ll be gone until morning!” said Martha.
“EveryONE?” I asked.
Martha thought for a few seconds. “I think NO is still ‘down there’!” she said.
Suddenly, I felt something cold and slimey rubbing the back of neck. I slowly turned around… It was another super sized snail! It was rubbing my neck with it’s tentacles. I wanted to scream; but, it tickled too much too scream! I looked into the snails eyes and realized that it was not sinister at all! It didn't want to eat my flesh (or any other parts of me).
“Grab NO and tell them to bring the really big wooden spoons! We’re going to need to them!” said I.
“Good grief, 6. You aren’t thinking about cooking escargot for the entire state are you?” asked Martha. “I don’t think we have pot big enough to cook THAT THING!”
I shot Martha a wicked glance (one she knows well) And said “NO, I’m not going to cook it! Either one of them! Those things would never get tender!”
“Besides, look at the poor things. They look scared and hungry. I’m going to cook up a batch of my swamp kin’s special secret seaweed shrinking stew, with extra starch! That should shrink them right back to normal snail size. You did hear about what it did to Tom Thumb and Thumbelina, right? Ummm, hmmm!”
And so I did cook my swamp kin’s special secret seaweed shrinking stew with extra starch. And Martha, NO and I spoon fed those super sized snails until they shrunk. And, shrink they did! Right back to normal size!
Ever since that night you can hear those menacing munching sounds and see those sinister blue slime trails all around the sanctuary, every All Hallow’s Eve!
And, the maid and the pool man were never seen again!!!!!!
(pssst.... What did you think the special ingredients were? You didn’t think the seaweed and starch would do the magic, did you? You can still hear their screams every All Hallow‘s Eve too!)
Prologue (scratch that out!) EPILOGUE: Henry De Turtle slept through the entire event.
We bribbed the neighborhood kids, with candy and special blue slime, to clean up all the mess.
Seven had the sunroom rebuilt.
The snails lived happily ever after and had many offspring. All slightly larger than their parents.
There was this couple in Scotland who had just moved into an old castle. When they moved in, they decided to empty out the wine cellar and found this large barrel of brandy. They tried moving it and even got a few friends around to help, but they couldn't budge it. In the end, they decided to have a housewarming party and give glasses of brandy out to empty the barrel and make it easier to move. A few days after the party, they went into the cellar and tried to move the barrel again. It still wouldn't move. The husband went to get his saw in order to cut it into smaller pieces and in turns they cut off the top of the barrel. Inside was a dead body and they had drank the brandy that had preserved it.
SPOOKY HAHAHAHA!(Evil laugh)
Sorry, the links wouldn't work so I deleted and did it this way.
‘You know,’ Gerard said, ‘you probably shouldn’t let her do that.’
Frank smiled sleepily, enjoying the warmth of Peppers’ muzzle snuggled into his neck. ‘Hmm?’
‘You shouldn’t let Peppers put her mouth so close to your neck like that.’
‘How come?’ Frank muttered.
Gerard rolled his eyes. ‘Because, man, she could lose her mind and attack you. She could bite you in the neck and you could, like, bleed to death. Or catch rabies. Or worse.’
Frank opened one eye, focusing on Gerard from his position on the couch. ‘Dude,’ he deadpanned. ‘She’s a Chihuahua.’
‘Doesn’t matter, man. I’ve heard stories about dogs turning on their owners. Happens all the time. It ain’t pretty.’
‘Oh for—look, she doesn’t have rabies, she’s not gonna lose her mind. And besides, she doesn’t even bite at all!’ He shut his eyes again, ending the discussion.
Gerard looked down at his friend, a disappointed expression on his face. Shaking his head, he muttered, ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you,’ and walked away.
Around midnight, Frank was roused briefly from sleep by Peppers’ warm, sandpapery tongue on his neck.
Several days passed. Progress on the new album was phenomenal. The band was thrilled with how easily the songs were coming. Everything was great...until the day the fleas appeared.
In the middle of recording some of the guitar tracks, Frank felt an itch begin behind his ear. He quickly reached up to scratch it, then picked back up on his chord. The itch flared again. Again, he scratched it, went back to playing. When it hit the third time, he could have sworn something was biting him. Ripping off his headphones, Frank set to digging at the spot behind his ear. His short, sharp movements made him think of his dogs when they scratched at--
'Fleas?!' Frank exclaimed when he found a few little dead flea bodies on his fingertips. 'What the FUCK? Where did I get fleas?!'
*******
He didn't think any more about the fleas, since they failed to make a return appearance. A couple days later, however, something else occurred that made him forget all about the fleas.
Frank was in the living room working on lyrics. Professor Buckley was hanging with him, dozing on the carpet in a patch of sunlight. Beside him lay one of his toys, a small stuffed dragon he toted around with him. Frank, taking a break from writing, sat watching Buckley sleep. A smile played across his lips as he saw Buckley roll over, pinning the dragon with his paw.
Suddenly all Frank could think about was getting that dragon. Nothing else mattered; he had to have the toy, and NOW.
Dropping his notebook on the table, Frank lowered himself to his hands and knees on the carpet. He focused on Buckley's solid form, knowing he had to be completely silent in order to sneak up on his prey. As he crept closer, Frank kept close to the ground, minimizing his shadow. Buckley snoozed on, unaware of the approaching threat.
Finally Frank was close enough to reach out and touch the dragon. He paused, then tentatively reached out and took hold of one of the dragon's wings.
Buckley's eyes shot open. He looked at Frank, then at the toy, then back to Frank. Bewilderment crossed the dog's face. What was Daddy doing on the floor like that? And why was he trying to take Puff?
And why was he now growling at Buckley like...like Peppers?
The next morning, an extremely weary-looking Frank staggered into the kitchen to find his four bandmates waiting for him.
The silence was deafening.
‘Hey, guys, what are you all doing up so early?’ Frank yawned as he reached into the cabinet for his coffee mug.
‘We’re not up early,’ Gerard said flatly. ‘We haven’t been to bed yet.’
‘What? Why not?...Hey, did you guys go out and leave me here?’ He stopped. ‘Wait a minute. I bet that’s why I’m so tired. Shit, I must be REALLY hung over; I don’t remember a damn thing from last night.’ Frank plopped into a chair and took a careful sip of his coffee.
‘Frank, why…are you, uh, LAPPING your coffee?’ Ray asked uncomfortably.
‘Cauth it’h haht,’ Frank replied with his tongue stuck out.
Mikey watched him from under hooded eyes. ‘Have you always had pointy ears? Cause I don’t remember them like that.’
‘Uh, no, I don’t think so,’ Frank said. He reached up to touch his left ear. Shit, he though, it IS pointy. ‘What the fuck is going on?’
Bob gave Frank the most exasperated face in history. ‘You’re turning into a DOG, dude.’
Well now, THAT was a conversation stopper.
‘A DOG?!’ shouted Frank. ‘What…how…no, t hat doesn’t happen. That CAN’T happen! It’s impossible…’
‘The reason we haven’t been asleep yet,’ Gerard said patiently, ‘is because at 1:00 this morning, you were out in my back yard, barking, running in circles, and howling at the moon.’
Frank sat dumbfounded.
‘By the way,’ Mikey mumbled, ‘you’ve got a little bit of a Mexican accent this morning.’
‘And there’s some fur on your fingers,’ Ray added.
Frank dropped his head into his hands. ‘This is like some weird fucking Stephen King novel. People don’t just turn into dogs. I mean, there’s got to be a reason for this.’
Suddenly Gerard jumped up and raced around the table. He grabbed Frank’s head and pushed it roughly to his left shoulder.
‘A-HA!’ Gerard exclaimed triumphantly. ‘I TOLD YOU NOT TO LET HER BITE YOU!’ He pulled Frank to his feet. ‘Come look at this!!’
Propelling him into the bathroom, Gerard turned Frank’s right side to the mirror. Pointing, he said, ‘Take a look!’
And sure enough, right beneath the Scorpion’s claws was a small set of…
‘Teeth marks,’ Frank whispered, reaching to touch them. He thought back to the night Peppers had been nuzzling his neck. Gerard HAD warned him. And he’d been right.
Hunh. Go figure.
The others crowded around the bathroom door, checking out the tiny red holes on Frank’s neck.
‘So…Peppers bit me, and now I’m turning into…what, a were-Chihuahua?’ Frank questioned.
Bob summed it up. ‘You’re a Were-‘Hua, dude.’
They all stared at Bob like he’d lost his mind.
‘What?’ he said. ‘That’s what he is.’
‘Yeah, well, that’s crazy.’ Frank shouldered his way between them, headed back to the kitchen.
When he walked in, he stopped short. On the seat of his chair lay a piece of notebook paper. That hadn’t been there before. Slowly Frank picked up the paper and read the crudely-written message on it: YOO MUS WER THE SEEKRUT AMMUx AMAx TAG UNNTILL AFFTUR THE NEKS FUL MUNE. WER HUR NAME NEKS TOO YOOR SKINN. DO NOTT TAK IT AWFF BEEFOR. THEN YOO MUS DISTROI THE TAG BI MELTING ITT. GUD LUK. Also on the chair was a silver ID tag attached to a dog collar. One side bore the engraving ‘FRANK’, the other ‘PEPPERS’.
So after showing the message to the others, Frank slipped the collar around his neck, making sure Peppers’ name lay against his skin.
And then he waited.
^^^^^^^
From the shadows, Mama watched with approving eyes. She had done all she could do. The rest was up to him.
^^^^^^^
On the day following the next full moon—after not having any more dog-like symptoms—Frank removed the collar from around his neck. He melted both the tag and collar in a very long process using two disposable lighters and a half0pack of matches. When it was no longer identifiable, he dropped the lump of molten silver into a plastic zippy bag, drove to the dump, and flung it as far away as he could.
That night, sitting on his bed with Peppers in his lap, he said, ‘Alright now, girl, no more biting people’s necks, you understand?’ Frank scratched her between the ears. Then he noticed a multicolored mark on her right leg.
Well, fuck a duck! It's Page By Page books.com Just search for "The Yellow Wallpaper" By Charlette Perkins Gilman. I tried! Sorry for the delete and faulty (lack of) link L! ;p Love to ya guys! <33
Pics that go with this story are at Ergo's blog, and links are at Mayods.
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The Search for the Forgotten Land
starring Ray and Zombie Ray and introducing Reginald
It was a lovely spring day, and Ray was relaxing by the horse stable with Zombie Ray, at the old homestead. The worker was heading home from fertilising the crops on the tractor, and the cattle had been let out to graze.
"You know Zombie my friend, it's a bloody beaut place to be isn't it?" said Ray, inexplicably speaking with an Australian accent. "Gnuuurgh?" said Zombie Ray, looking curiously at his friend. "Holy crap, what happened then?" said Ray, noticing with relief his accent was normal again. "I've been watching far too much Home and Away!" "gnuuurgh hrruuuurf, mate" said Zombie Ray, nodding his head.
Just then a loud noise caught their attention. The looked up to see Reginald, Zombie Ray's bat friend hovering overhead. He looked distraught as he circled about to land.
Zombie Ray sat with his companion and listened carefully, the bat told a tale of a wondrous place, called the Forgotten Land, but the journey was fraught with Peril (with a capital P, as you can see)
The two friends knew that they had to try to get there, the fertilising had been done, and it would be some time before the crops were ready to harvest, and besides, their horses hadn't been ridden in some time. So they saddled up and rode away, leaving the farm in the distance, Reginald the bat leading them ever onwards.
They came to the ocean, and reluctantly left their mounts behind, as Reginald flew ahead, Ray and Zombie ray set out swimming. Then, out of nowhere, they heard oddly familiar music. It took them a few minutes to work out what it meant and by then it was to late!!! SHARK!!!! The shark grabbed Ray by the legs and tried to take him under, but Zombie Ray, thinking quickly, leapt onto the sharks back, raining down blows with his fists and elbows. The shark had never encountered such a ferocious attack and promptly let Ray go. Zombie Ray used his superhuman endurance to help Ray swim the rest of the way
They came to an unfamiliar land, where a mountainous landscape stretched before them. They had no idea which direction to head, when they came across a young explorer, "Hi I'm Dora" she said. "Can you show us how to get to the legendary cave, that leads to the Forgotten Land? asked Ray "Sure" smiled Dora,"I'll just check my map" With that the most disturbing thing happened, out of her backpack flew a map, which sang as it opened itself up, "I'm the map, I'm the map, I'm the map, I'm the map, I'm the maaaap" Ray and Zombie Ray leapt back in horror at the sight of the mutant chart, but Dora seemed unconcerned. She worked out a path with 3 landmarks, and replacing the "map" in her backpack they set off. They had gone about halfway when the habit of Dora incessantly singing the 3 landmarks, and the unpredictable antics of her possessed backpack, were too much for the Rays, they thanked her and set off on their own. Last they saw she seemed to be fighting off a fox.
They worked their way over the mountain and found the cave, it was surrounded my spined, poisonous plants and guarded by a ferocious dragon. It had already pinned Reginald to the ground and was roaring menacingly. "Raaauuurgh!" cried Zombie Ray "It'll be ok" said Ray, "We'll save him"
The two men circled the dragon and after a brief but intense fight they managed to slay the dragon and save Reginald, now all they had to do was make it safely through the cave. It was dark and still, but they forged ahead.
As they emerged from the cave that tunnelled into the very heart of the mountain, they were confronted by a leafy tunnel, they could see light at the end and decided that they had come this far so they joined hands and walked through
and they emerged into... My Little Pony Land!! No wonder it had been forgotten, it had been some time since they had graced every television and little girls room. The Pony's explained that they felt very lonely and when Reginald had found them, they asked him to find them some company. They offered Ray and Zombie Ray delicious cakes, candy and lemonade, and in return the Ray's told them stories of the world today, with Transformers and talking sponges. The Ponies felt that they might prefer to stay where they were, but thanked the Rays for visiting.
They all gathered to farewell their new friends, who would ride home on a beautiful white unicorn, a friend of the ponies, who would be able to bring them back to visit any time they wanted.
And so they returned to the farm, and all lived happily ever after.
here's my story -- fair warning, this is going to be a huge chunk of scrolling!
a ghost story for halloween
the last road in town ran out beyond the swept sidewalks of 1950s-era tract housing, out beyond hollow brick warehouses and the craggy limbs of feral orchards, out to the rain-swollen river, where it paced alongside the muddy twists and turns. as it went, the paving cracked and crumbled, gave way to gravel, and then at last, rutted dirt at the very base of a lonely hill.
the hill could be glimpsed from the very top of the clock tower at the heart of town, where the road had its birth in the tree-lined square that fronted the town hall, but no one ever bothered.
however, the road, which for most of the year was untraveled save by vagrants and occasional illicit lovers, was burdened and bothered each autumn. the dust and gravel were kicked up every night, the weeds tramped down every evening, as the entire town made their way, car by car, up to the hill they ignored all the rest of the year.
for two or three weeks every october, the last road in town was as well traveled as any highway, because everyone in town wanted to go to the haunted house that crowned the hill, the haunted house that was the only destination the ragged road had.
truth be told, tomas didn’t really like this time of year. he worked at the haunted house, and while it was a good job, every year it got busier and busier. he was starting to dread seeing the branches of the yard’s only tree grow silhouetted and bare against the night sky, because he knew that it meant soon he would have to perform his tricks for the gawking townspeople, night after night after night.
he complained about it to his co-worker and friend, one night as they sat having coffee at the table in the break room.
“imenan, i tell you, i am heartily sick of it! it used to be we could take a night off here and there, especially on sundays. no one ever used to come up here then, but now it is all the time, knocking on the door. i barely have time to scramble into the coffin, and i’m starting to get headaches from doing the bat transformation too many times in an evening.”
imenan stared morosely into his mug, nodding his head. “i agree with you, tomas, believe me, i do. granted, i don’t have as hard a time of it as you do, all i have to do push the lid open and step out of my sarcophagus, but it’s almost impossible for me to make my moans sound authentic anymore. i’m burned out.”
“me too, imenan, me too. and when was the last time we were able to go visit harold? this was always the best time of the year to find him available. normally, he’s so difficult to contact.”
the two friends sat there in silence for a little while, until a great knocking sound reverberated from upstairs. tomas and imenan gave each other a commiserating look, sighed, and stood up. they went out from the break room by two different doors, each to their stations in the house, to await visitors.
it was almost daybreak when the two fellows re-entered the break room. tomas unclasped his cape and let it puddle on the floor, then sat down at the table, resting his elbows on the surface. he hung his head and rubbed his temples. imenan plopped down in the other chair, looking more tattered than he had when they started their shift.
“that was the worst night yet," the old egyptian said. “all those townsfolk, and i only got a shriek out of half of them!”
“oh, yes, it was terrible,” tomas agreed. “i don’t think i can face another night like this one.” he put his head down on the table, but raised it again in a flash. his eyes gleamed. “imenan! i have an idea!” the vampire leaned toward his friend, smiling a smile that would have chilled the townspeople, indeed. the mummy, however, was not alarmed. he waited patiently for tomas to continue.
“we are taking tomorrow night off. you need a break, i need a break, and so we shall just take our break.”
“tomas! we can’t do that! tomorrow night is all hallow’s eve, it is our busiest night!”
“no, i do not care, imenan. let those who come find a dark and empty house. it has been too long since we have made a visit to our friend harold, and so tomorrow night, that is what we shall do. it is decided.”
imenan looked at his friend’s satisfied expression. he was dubious that it would all work out, but could not deny that he was looking forward to a night off. so he and tomas made their plans for tomorrow’s holiday, and then said good night and parted company, just as the light in the sky began to thin toward dawn.
all hallow’s eve was a grey autumn day, a day that spoke clearly of the winter waiting just outside the door. clouds covered the sky in a seamless monotone, the reds and yellows and oranges of the town’s usual autumn color showing only as umbers and ochres and rusts, and the glowing grins of the jack o’lanterns were the brightest things to be seen. though only the clock tower marked the hours this day, somehow tomas and imenan were closing the back door of the house behind them mere moments after the sun surrendered to the inevitability of night and dropped below the horizon.
the two friends were naught but shadows against shadows as they slipped down the back of the hill, away from the chain of car lights marking the arrival of the night’s visitors. they eeled their way through the barren black trunks in the abandoned orchards, and crossed the sluggish river on rotted mossy logs. they made their way soundlessly through the dark and empty streets at the very outskirts of town, but pulled up short as they neared the lights of the town center, hesitating in the safety of the last deep shadow.
tomas was just about to take to the air to scout ahead when two figures came around the corner, a woman and a child. they passed near to the two hidden in the shadows, but did not see them. the child was dressed in tattered bandages; the gauze strips hung loosely around the child’s neck like a scarf, and dangled from every limb. tomas glanced at his similarly-dressed friend as the two townspeople went on their way, and then grinned and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
“but of course, tonight is the one night we can walk freely! imenan, we will make good time now!”
and tomas was right; even though they crossed the square in plain sight of the townspeople, they awakened no fear in those that saw them; at the most, they received a few admiring glances and smiles from the revelers. they quickly left the center of town behind, and were soon walking through the tidy neighborhoods on the other side of town. the houses they passed were all decorated. the carved pumpkins were expected, but the array of other types of display left the two gazing from house to house in astonishment.
the glowing lights and elaborate scenes, the mechanical ghosts hanging from bare tree limbs, the giant inflated figures, and the abundance of exuberant halloween bric-a-brac everywhere quite honestly startled the vampire and mummy. the neighborhoods they walked through felt more like an amusement park than the dark night they knew. even the costumes were different; one young woman walked by wearing a drastically undersized white dress, a nurse’s cap perched on top of her sparkling pink wig.
“now that’s a change to hallow’s eve that i welcome!” tomas watched the girl strut by, her high heeled boots clacking on the sidewalk. imenan was not impressed. the vampire gave his companion a surprised glance, and then returned to gazing at more appealing sights. “eh, you have been dead too long, my friend. look how healthy she is! o positive, if i don’t miss my guess.”
imenan just grumbled a little in reply. they kept on, dodging small costumed children and smaller costumed dogs, until they came to a grand victorian house on a large corner lot. imenan stopped at the decorative black iron fence, looking up at the cupola. “tomas,” he said, pointing upwards with one raggedly narrow finger, “i remember that wind vane, and this house. we are getting close, aren’t we?”
tomas squinted up at the little bit of sculpture crowning the roof. “you are correct, imenan! ah, soon we shall enjoy a long visit with our friend. it will be good to see him again.” he clapped imenan on the shoulder, raising a small puff of dust, and headed off down the right-hand street. “let us go, then! only a few more blocks remain!” imenan followed, leaving the dust behind but carrying with him a happy smile of anticipation.
the neighborhood gave way to a few streets of shops, and the two pointed out familiar old storefronts to each other as they walked toward their goal. each remembered landmark reassured them that they hadn’t forgotten the way to where their friend resided, even though it had been years, or even decades, since they had been able to visit last. finally, tomas and imenan came to the last corner. they looked out across the street, but did not immediately cross. before them stood a sprawling shopping center, a boxy island in the middle of a paved parking lot sea.
“this is not...” imenan’s voice trailed off in bewilderment. “did we miss a turn somewhere? were we mistaken?”
“no, we came the right way. we are in the correct place. see? look there,” tomas gestured toward three trees growing in a small landscaped space. “those trees are the ones that grew in the corner, by the hadley twins’ gravestone. do you see?”
imenan nodded, sadly.
they stood there on the sidewalk that used to be at the furthest end of town from their hill, and looked at the shopping mall that now stood where once had been the town’s first cemetery. no sign remained of the place now, no stone markers, and no graceful trees save for those three hemmed in by concrete.
the vampire and the mummy stood there in silence, speechless.
how were they going to visit their friend harold when his grave was nowhere to be found?
tomas and imenan stood on the corner of the street, lit by the spotlight of the street lamp, and watched as people left the mall and retrieved their cars. they watched those people drive away, and they watched others enter the parking lot, leave their cars, and walk across the dark lot into the building. it was as if they could not believe they were looking at reality. it would never have occurred to them that a cemetery could disappear.
“what do we do now?” imenan gestured across the street. “it has been too long, and this is one change that is not positive.” he sighed and turned away, back the way they had come, but tomas stopped him.
“now,” the vampire said, “we might as well go inside.”
tomas squared his shoulders, stepped off the curb, and crossed the street with a determined stride. imenan hesitated only a moment, and then followed.
though it was late, the shopping center was as full with people as any saturday afternoon. they were dressed as superheroes and cartoon characters and monsters, costumed in their day dreams and their nightmares, their wishes and their fears. underneath the happy chatter, the sound system was playing suitable halloween novelties, and every store did business with small candies and free items. tomas and imenan wandered dazedly through the crowds. this was no quiet graveyard; this was not the hallow’s eve they remembered.
the human tide fetched them up against a large sign, the directory to the mall. they stood there for a long moment, watching the merriment. tomas turned this way and that, gazing in every direction at the people who earlier this month had jumped in fright each time he had slowly opened the lid to his casket with a creak. imenan found himself returning the smiles given to him, though he wasn’t sure why.
a little child, almost hidden by the cumbersome and colorful costume she wore, stumbled near imenan, tripped up by a dangling accessory. without a thought, he swiftly reached down and caught at her shoulder, steadying her. the mother beamed at him, the little girl cried out a shrill, chirping thanks, and then they were past him. he watched them go, as stunned as any visitor to the haunted house. imenan looked at tomas, to tell him what had happened, but tomas was engrossed in the map on the sign behind them. the vampire glanced up at his friend, excitement almost enlivening his face.
“imenan, look!” tomas laid his hand against the lower portion of the illuminated board. “this is where the trees still stand, and here...” tomas spread his hand, stretching his fingers out to measure a length on the map, “here is where the statue of the mourning angel would be, if it still stood.” he glanced again at imenan.
“don’t you see? here the statue and here next to it, the housden crypt.” tomas punched his finger down at each point. “from the housden crypt, to the darnell grave, and then vaughn, and hopper, and fisk!” his tone was triumphant, his finger pointing firmly to a shoe store. a smile crept onto imenan’s face as he began to understand.
“harold’s grave was just across from delbert fisk, which would mean...” the mummy looked closely at the map, tracing the path from the show store to its neighbor. “this is the store where harold’s grave used to be!”
imenan and tomas gazed at each other for a brief moment, the anticipation they felt earlier suddenly rekindled by their discovery. as one, they began to make their way through the crowd, moving as swiftly and as easily as they had slunk through the shadows of the town. as they dodged the revelers, tomas wondered if harold would still be there, but before he could ponder the question too long, they had reached their goal.
they stood in front of the coffee shop that had replaced their friend’s grave.
they were spotted before they could even take a single step across the threshold.
“tomas! imenan! what are you waiting for?! come on in, boys, make yourselves at home!” they were welcomed by a booming voice, one filled with so much cheer it was impossible to resist. they entered, and were astonished to see their friend harold behind the counter. he towered over the display of muffins and scones, beaming a broad grin at the vampire and the mummy, as big and bluff and bearded as they remembered him. “it’s been so long since you fellows have come by to chat! let me get you something, and then we’ll sit and have a nice long catch-up!” harold laughed then, amused by their expressions. “come on now! what will you have? i’ll make it for you myself!”
there was nothing for it but to make their selections. imenan remembered all too well that harold was never one to take no for an answer. the mummy peered at the menu board, reading the choices through the nearly transparent figure of their friend. tomas ordered right away, naming his favorite without hesitation. once imenan decided, harold quickly and expertly made their drinks, and grabbed a small sample-size cup of the shop’s strongest brew for himself.
the three old friends claimed the comfiest chairs for themselves, and talked and sipped at their cups (except harold, that is, who occasionally raised the tiny cup to his face, inhaling the rich fragrance without imbibing), sharing the stories of the years apart. harold told the tale of the construction of the mall, and the sloppy removal of the graves that left him and a few others behind. his great laughter transformed the tragic story into an adventure. tomas and imenan told harold about the differences they had discovered in the new halloween, and about the stresses caused by the increased interest in the haunted house. harold commiserated with them, and told them about his own job, about how much he enjoyed it and the interesting sights it brought him every day.
tomas had to admit that he liked the bustle of the shopping center. no one was staring at him, expecting him to perform like a trained bat. it was quite refreshing. he liked watching all the people, too. he had never before realized how interesting they were.
“it must be a pleasure to help people,” imenan said, somewhat wistfully. harold gave a mummy a hard look, then treated tomas to the same close inspection.
“that’s the ticket! it’s the perfect thing!” he pounded the overstuffed arm of the chair, making no sound. “you, and you,” he said, pointing at each of his friends in turn, “need to quit working at the haunted house, and come work here, with me!”
they stared at the ghost.
“yes, yes! it’s perfect! i know all the stores that are hiring! it will be a snap!” and he silently snapped his fingers, as proof. tomas and imenan exchanged a look, but, as they already knew so well, harold was never one to take no for an answer. they decided they were happy with that fact.
and so, by the time the christmas decorations had replaced the spiders and pumpkins of halloween (that is to say, in no time at all), imenan found himself helping customers at the large electronics store in the mall. he had discovered an aptitude for the systems and gadgets they sold there, and had become the one everyone came to with questions. plus, the blue shirt looked very nice against his linen wraps.
tomas had settled into a position at the movie theater, working the late shift and the midnight showings. he wasn’t very good at making popcorn yet, but excelled at being an usher. his manager commended him several times for his old-fashioned courtesy; the customers were always saying good things about him. and tomas was free to sneak into any of the movies playing. he had become addicted to watching the stories being played out on the screen.
and every night, when the front doors were closed and locked, and the last straggling credits-watcher had left the theater, the three friends would take over the comfiest chairs at the coffee shop, and talk until dawn.
at the other side of town, the last road still went up to the hill, and was still traveled heavily every autumn. it seems that an empty house is just as good a haunted house as one with a vampire and a mummy in attendance.
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From Me...For Mayo, S.S., and all of BlogBelieve.
Happy Halloween
Love,
L.
Hello L(uscious)!!! What a great place you have here! Thank you for creating (and haunting) it for us. Love the atmosphere!
I also love the video!!!! "The Lost Boys" is one of my most favorite vampire movies! Of course, Nosferatu is my utmost favorite!
Here are my Halloween tales! Yes, two of them. One for Mayo's place and one for 7's!
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The Mystery Of The Mysterious Monstrous Milk (Chocolate) Mutations At Mayo Manor
By Wendy (Anon 616 or 6 for short)
It all started so innocently and with such good intentions. I still don’t know how such a simple, plain sixteen pound bag of milk chocolate goodness, some chocolate chips, marshmallows and strawberries turned into such a horror story! But, they did. It did!
It was a quiet morning. Everyone in the manor was either still asleep or out for the day. I decided it was the perfect time to make some special treats for the All Hallow’s Eve party (and some extra treats to hand out to any trick or treaters brave enough to knock on the Manor doors)!
I planned to make rice crispy treats; but, someONE ate all the rice crispies!!! Umm, hmmm! So, I decided to make homemade lady fingers with my special milk chocolate icing. I also decided to make some homemade chocolate covered marshmallow ghost (on a stick) and chocolate, strawberry cheesecake. I had done all of this many times before and never had any trouble!
It was a particularly lovely, breezy day; so I decided to open the kitchen windows to let some fresh air and cool breeze in. It does get quite hot while cooking and baking.
Being the uber organized Virgo that I am, I laid all my ingredients out on the counter near the stove.
I began to mix the lady finger batter and started melting the milk chocolate in a huge pot on the stove ~ stirring frequently. Suddenly, a big gust of wind blew through the kitchen! The batter flew into the melting chocolate! So did the marshmallows and the cream cheese and the strawberries and the sticks for the marshmallow ghost! The cabinet over the stove flew open and a box of gummy worms and a bag of gummy bears fell into the pot!
I grabbed the big yard long spoon , intending to scoop out the box of gummy worms and the bag of gummy bears. I had just put the spoon in the pot when the most unexpected thing happened: LIGHTNING STRUCK and hit that big yard long spoon!
The force from the lightning strike knocked me all the way into the hall. I must have hit my head on that hall table; because, the next thing I knew I was opening my eyes and there was this huge chocolate gummy bear walking towards me! He had these horrible red strawberry eyes and his teeth looked like hardened and sharpened marshmallows with splinters of wood sticking out of them like thorns! Thick white goo oozed from his nostrils. His appearance was horrible and grotesque; but, he was cute compared to what was following him.
Behind him was a gigantic chocolate gummy worm with two huge fingers coming out of each side. And, the fingers had semi sweet chocolate chip eyes. One each. It was a monstrous thing!
The worm squirmed it’s way closer and closer to me. Those huge fingers each took turns pointing at me! First the one on the right, then the one on the left. Then right, then left, then right.… all the while looking at me with those accusing eyes!!!
I didn’t know what to do. All I could do is stare at this monstrosity in horror! This thing I had a hand in creating. I was terrified. I wondered who it would eat (or smother with chocolate and thick gummy goo) after it killed me!
I hoped Mayo, SS, Martha, my Sweet cheeks (BC), J and L, MissT, Amy, Ergo, Elena, TJ, Mya, the KOL anons, Wish, no ones, everyones, numbers, letters…. All other kind souls who dwelled (or visited) here would be safe. I hoped, somehow, they would be spared from this horror!
(Yes, I had forgotten all about the bear by this time. I really don’t like creepy, crawly things!)
I hoped and I wished and I prayed!
The horrible mutant worm was getting close. So darn close! I knew the end was near.
Just after my last “Please, help me! Someone, help me!” the most amazing thing happened. The big chocolate ferocious looking bear jumped right on that monstrous worm and squished it! Then, the bear took those two fingers and broke them (poked their eyes out too. Both of them.)!
It turned out, under all that chocolate and behind those evil, red strawberry eyes and splintered teeth; that bear was just a BIG OL’ MARSHMALLOW!!!!!! !
And, that stuff oozing from his nostrils was just the yummy cream cheese!
Why, he was such a sweet softy he even ‘stuck’ around to help me clean up all the mess!
The End
(or is it?)
(We didn’t even get to use the whipped cream!)
Story by ME (wmz)
Happy Halloween Blog Believe!!!!
Halloween Tale number II
The Sinister Super Sized Snails Of Seven’s Sanctuary
By Wendy (Anon616)
October 29, 2012
You may have heard many Halloween stories about ghosts, witches, goblins, ghouls, vampires, werewolves, killer clowns (even giant chocolate gummy bears and worms); but, there are few stories comparable to the one I am going to tell you tonight…
These (*almost) actual events occurred just about three years ago on a night much like this.
The first real chill of fall had reached our beautiful, safe home. A place we affectionately called “Seven’s Sanctuary”. Seven built the house for us and promised it would protect us and keep us safe through the strongest, most powerful storms. It had, until that fateful night.
The house was quiet and I was just about to turn in for the night when I felt just how chilly it was becoming. I thought about Henry De Turtle in his pond and felt it was best to bring him in for the night. Turtles don’t like chilly weather!
I trotted out to the Sunroom to get Henry. I didn’t turn on the lights because the moon was shining brightly and I could see well enough. Or, so I thought!
I maneuvered my way through the sunroom to the pond. I had just reached the edge of the pond when I tripped over something . “SPASH” that something went into the pond!
“Well, at least it wasn’t me THIS TIME!” I said to myself as I grabbed Henry. Henry just looked at me at nodded in agreement ~ as turtles do.
I thought about turning on the lights to see what had fallen into the pond; but, I was just too tired to deal with pond cleaning. Besides, Henry was the only living thing in that pond. There was nothing to worry about! I would simply clean the pond in the morning!
I trotted back into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom ~ with Henry in tow.
During the night I awoke several times. I thought I heard strange sounds coming from downstairs. Loud, menacing munching sounds!
I convinced myself I was only dreaming… until, exactly 2:16 a.m. That’s when I heard a loud crash! I sounded as though someone had driven a tank through the sunroom!
I jumped out of bed, grabbed my robe (ummm, yeah..) and ran downstairs! There were trails of blue slime EVERYWHERE!!!!! All the potted plants been overturned and eaten. Even the green carpet and throw rugs had been eaten!!!!!
Suddenly, I heard another loud crash coming from the sunroom! I ran in that direction (careful not to slip on the slime). The sunroom was a total disaster area! The pond was cracked and there was water all over the floor. There was more of that slick, sinister looking blue slime all over. It was like all the smurfs in smurf ville had exploded in our sunroom. Actually, it looked like the sunroom had exploded and took all the smurfs with it!
The entire west wall of the sunroom was gone. GONE! POOF! There no more!
“What the hell happened here?” I thought to myself. Then, I remembered something had fallen into the pond when I went get Henry. I ran over to what was left of the pond and there it was! An entire gallon of Miracle Gro had fallen into the pond!
“Oh no!” I thought to myself, again.
“What if there were snails in the pond?”
“What if those snails ingested the miracle gro and… well, GREW ?!”
“What if the miracle gro affected their snail brains and snail taste buds and turned them into flesh eating beasts?”
“I must warn Seven, NO, Martha, Martha’s Friend, BC, Ergo, Amy, MissT, RW, L and J, everyone!!!”
Just then Martha came running out of the den. (How she slept through all that racket I will never know!)
“Six, Six (she calls me that *wink*)! There’s a super sized snail in the den doing sinister things like eating the bamboo off the futon and ceiling fans! What do we do? What do we do?”
“Run upstairs and warn everyone else, Martha! They may want our flesh! Our other parts too!” I replied.
“Everyone else is gone. They went to the midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture show! It‘s the extended version. They‘ll be gone until morning!” said Martha.
“EveryONE?” I asked.
Martha thought for a few seconds. “I think NO is still ‘down there’!” she said.
Suddenly, I felt something cold and slimey rubbing the back of neck. I slowly turned around… It was another super sized snail! It was rubbing my neck with it’s tentacles. I wanted to scream; but, it tickled too much too scream! I looked into the snails eyes and realized that it was not sinister at all! It didn't want to eat my flesh (or any other parts of me).
“Grab NO and tell them to bring the really big wooden spoons! We’re going to need to them!” said I.
“Good grief, 6. You aren’t thinking about cooking escargot for the entire state are you?” asked Martha. “I don’t think we have pot big enough to cook THAT THING!”
I shot Martha a wicked glance (one she knows well) And said “NO, I’m not going to cook it! Either one of them! Those things would never get tender!”
“Besides, look at the poor things. They look scared and hungry. I’m going to cook up a batch of my swamp kin’s special secret seaweed shrinking stew, with extra starch! That should shrink them right back to normal snail size. You did hear about what it did to Tom Thumb and Thumbelina, right? Ummm, hmmm!”
And so I did cook my swamp kin’s special secret seaweed shrinking stew with extra starch. And Martha, NO and I spoon fed those super sized snails until they shrunk. And, shrink they did! Right back to normal size!
Ever since that night you can hear those menacing munching sounds and see those sinister blue slime trails all around the sanctuary, every All Hallow’s Eve!
And, the maid and the pool man were never seen again!!!!!!
(pssst.... What did you think the special ingredients were? You didn’t think the seaweed and starch would do the magic, did you? You can still hear their screams every All Hallow‘s Eve too!)
Prologue (scratch that out!) EPILOGUE: Henry De Turtle slept through the entire event.
We bribbed the neighborhood kids, with candy and special blue slime, to clean up all the mess.
Seven had the sunroom rebuilt.
The snails lived happily ever after and had many offspring. All slightly larger than their parents.
Happy Halloween, everyone!!!!!
(story by ME, wmz)
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
*not really!
:P
PS: The "mural" is drying!
;)
Yo guys, how are you?
Hiya OPL and Wendy. This was a great idea.
These are my Halloween offerings to Mayo, SS and all blogbelieve.
I used to love this when I were a kid:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9dbAQJIu1o
Mind if I decorate?:
http://www.longlake-ny.com/a%20halloween-decoration.jpg
There was this couple in Scotland who had just moved into an old castle. When they moved in, they decided to empty out the wine cellar and found this large barrel of brandy. They tried moving it and even got a few friends around to help, but they couldn't budge it. In the end, they decided to have a housewarming party and give glasses of brandy out to empty the barrel and make it easier to move. A few days after the party, they went into the cellar and tried to move the barrel again. It still wouldn't move. The husband went to get his saw in order to cut it into smaller pieces and in turns they cut off the top of the barrel. Inside was a dead body and they had drank the brandy that had preserved it.
SPOOKY HAHAHAHA!(Evil laugh)
Sorry, the links wouldn't work so I deleted and did it this way.
Probably a ghost in the works hahaha!
I used to love this when I were a kid:
Link 1
Mind if I decorate?:
Link 2
YIKES!!!!!
MissT: You scared the heebee jeebees out of mebee!
:P
Great decorations and I shall never drink brandy again!
That trap door cartoon looks like something I would have loved!! Heck, I still LOVE Scooby Doo!!!!
Once again:
~~~Happy Halloween, everyone!!!!!~~~
Thank you all for all of the wonderful "treats"! The tales, videos, pictures, songs and so on.
I hope you all have a nice, fun and safe weekend!
Hugs and Much Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
BaabaaaBAAAba baaabaaabaaaaaaWEENbaa BaaBOO baa BOOObaa!
(Sparkle and Twinkle will get that, L and J!)
THE CURSE OF THE WERE-'HUA
story by J
pictures by L
Parts I and II
‘You know,’ Gerard said, ‘you probably shouldn’t let her do that.’
Frank smiled sleepily, enjoying the warmth of Peppers’ muzzle snuggled into his neck. ‘Hmm?’
‘You shouldn’t let Peppers put her mouth so close to your neck like that.’
‘How come?’ Frank muttered.
Gerard rolled his eyes. ‘Because, man, she could lose her mind and attack you. She could bite you in the neck and you could, like, bleed to death. Or catch rabies. Or worse.’
Frank opened one eye, focusing on Gerard from his position on the couch. ‘Dude,’ he deadpanned. ‘She’s a Chihuahua.’
‘Doesn’t matter, man. I’ve heard stories about dogs turning on their owners. Happens all the time. It ain’t pretty.’
‘Oh for—look, she doesn’t have rabies, she’s not gonna lose her mind. And besides, she doesn’t even bite at all!’ He shut his eyes again, ending the discussion.
Gerard looked down at his friend, a disappointed expression on his face. Shaking his head, he muttered, ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you,’ and walked away.
Around midnight, Frank was roused briefly from sleep by Peppers’ warm, sandpapery tongue on his neck.
He never felt the bite…
Several days passed. Progress on the new album was phenomenal. The band was thrilled with how easily the songs were coming. Everything was great...until the day the fleas appeared.
In the middle of recording some of the guitar tracks, Frank felt an itch begin behind his ear. He quickly reached up to scratch it, then picked back up on his chord. The itch flared again. Again, he scratched it, went back to playing. When it hit the third time, he could have sworn something was biting him. Ripping off his headphones, Frank set to digging at the spot behind his ear. His short, sharp movements made him think of his dogs when they scratched at--
'Fleas?!' Frank exclaimed when he found a few little dead flea bodies on his fingertips. 'What the FUCK? Where did I get fleas?!'
*******
He didn't think any more about the fleas, since they failed to make a return appearance. A couple days later, however, something else occurred that made him forget all about the fleas.
Frank was in the living room working on lyrics. Professor Buckley was hanging with him, dozing on the carpet in a patch of sunlight. Beside him lay one of his toys, a small stuffed dragon he toted around with him. Frank, taking a break from writing, sat watching Buckley sleep. A smile played across his lips as he saw Buckley roll over, pinning the dragon with his paw.
Suddenly all Frank could think about was getting that dragon. Nothing else mattered; he had to have the toy, and NOW.
Dropping his notebook on the table, Frank lowered himself to his hands and knees on the carpet. He focused on Buckley's solid form, knowing he had to be completely silent in order to sneak up on his prey. As he crept closer, Frank kept close to the ground, minimizing his shadow. Buckley snoozed on, unaware of the approaching threat.
Finally Frank was close enough to reach out and touch the dragon. He paused, then tentatively reached out and took hold of one of the dragon's wings.
Buckley's eyes shot open. He looked at Frank, then at the toy, then back to Frank. Bewilderment crossed the dog's face. What was Daddy doing on the floor like that? And why was he trying to take Puff?
And why was he now growling at Buckley like...like Peppers?
THE CURSE OF THE WERE-'HUA
Part III
The next morning, an extremely weary-looking Frank staggered into the kitchen to find his four bandmates waiting for him.
The silence was deafening.
‘Hey, guys, what are you all doing up so early?’ Frank yawned as he reached into the cabinet for his coffee mug.
‘We’re not up early,’ Gerard said flatly. ‘We haven’t been to bed yet.’
‘What? Why not?...Hey, did you guys go out and leave me here?’ He stopped. ‘Wait a minute. I bet that’s why I’m so tired. Shit, I must be REALLY hung over; I don’t remember a damn thing from last night.’ Frank plopped into a chair and took a careful sip of his coffee.
‘Frank, why…are you, uh, LAPPING your coffee?’ Ray asked uncomfortably.
‘Cauth it’h haht,’ Frank replied with his tongue stuck out.
Mikey watched him from under hooded eyes. ‘Have you always had pointy ears? Cause I don’t remember them like that.’
‘Uh, no, I don’t think so,’ Frank said. He reached up to touch his left ear. Shit, he though, it IS pointy. ‘What the fuck is going on?’
Bob gave Frank the most exasperated face in history. ‘You’re turning into a DOG, dude.’
Well now, THAT was a conversation stopper.
‘A DOG?!’ shouted Frank. ‘What…how…no, t hat doesn’t happen. That CAN’T happen! It’s impossible…’
‘The reason we haven’t been asleep yet,’ Gerard said patiently, ‘is because at 1:00 this morning, you were out in my back yard, barking, running in circles, and howling at the moon.’
Frank sat dumbfounded.
‘By the way,’ Mikey mumbled, ‘you’ve got a little bit of a Mexican accent this morning.’
‘And there’s some fur on your fingers,’ Ray added.
Frank dropped his head into his hands. ‘This is like some weird fucking Stephen King novel. People don’t just turn into dogs. I mean, there’s got to be a reason for this.’
Suddenly Gerard jumped up and raced around the table. He grabbed Frank’s head and pushed it roughly to his left shoulder.
(part III cont.)
‘Hey! Gee! What are---‘
‘A-HA!’ Gerard exclaimed triumphantly. ‘I TOLD YOU NOT TO LET HER BITE YOU!’ He pulled Frank to his feet. ‘Come look at this!!’
Propelling him into the bathroom, Gerard turned Frank’s right side to the mirror. Pointing, he said, ‘Take a look!’
And sure enough, right beneath the Scorpion’s claws was a small set of…
‘Teeth marks,’ Frank whispered, reaching to touch them. He thought back to the night Peppers had been nuzzling his neck. Gerard HAD warned him. And he’d been right.
Hunh. Go figure.
The others crowded around the bathroom door, checking out the tiny red holes on Frank’s neck.
‘So…Peppers bit me, and now I’m turning into…what, a were-Chihuahua?’ Frank questioned.
Bob summed it up. ‘You’re a Were-‘Hua, dude.’
They all stared at Bob like he’d lost his mind.
‘What?’ he said. ‘That’s what he is.’
‘Yeah, well, that’s crazy.’ Frank shouldered his way between them, headed back to the kitchen.
When he walked in, he stopped short. On the seat of his chair lay a piece of notebook paper. That hadn’t been there before. Slowly Frank picked up the paper and read the crudely-written message on it:
YOO MUS WER THE SEEKRUT AMMUx AMAx TAG UNNTILL AFFTUR THE
NEKS FUL MUNE. WER HUR NAME NEKS TOO YOOR SKINN. DO NOTT
TAK IT AWFF BEEFOR. THEN YOO MUS DISTROI THE TAG BI MELTING
ITT. GUD LUK.
Also on the chair was a silver ID tag attached to a dog collar. One side bore the engraving ‘FRANK’, the other ‘PEPPERS’.
So after showing the message to the others, Frank slipped the collar around his neck, making sure Peppers’ name lay against his skin.
And then he waited.
^^^^^^^
From the shadows, Mama watched with approving eyes. She had done all she could do. The rest was up to him.
^^^^^^^
On the day following the next full moon—after not having any more dog-like symptoms—Frank removed the collar from around his neck. He melted both the tag and collar in a very long process using two disposable lighters and a half0pack of matches. When it was no longer identifiable, he dropped the lump of molten silver into a plastic zippy bag, drove to the dump, and flung it as far away as he could.
That night, sitting on his bed with Peppers in his lap, he said, ‘Alright now, girl, no more biting people’s necks, you understand?’ Frank scratched her between the ears. Then he noticed a multicolored mark on her right leg.
‘What the fuck…?’
The ‘mark’…was a miniature Frankenstein.
This is from me to all you out there in BlogBelieve. I dedicate this to you. Happy Halloween to those who celebrate it!
HALLOWE'EN
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,-
In the wan moon's silver ray
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
Fond of cellar, barn,or stack,
True unto the almanac,
They present to credulous eyes
Strange hobgoblin mysteries.
Cabbage-stomps-straws wet with dew-
Apple-skins, and chestnuts too,
And a mirror for some lass,
Show what wonders come to pass.
Doors they move, and gates they hide,
Mischiefs that on moon-beams ride
Are their deeds, and, by their spells,
Love records its oracles.
Don't we all, of long ago,
By the ruddy fireplace glow,
In the kitchen and the hall,
Those queer, coofllke pranks recall?
Eery shadows were they then-
But to-night they come again;
Were we once more but sixteen,
Precious would be Halloween.
-Joel Benton
For the all the Lovely's, Mayo, SS and those who dare:
I've nothing original to offer, but something classic (that still makes me pee my pants a little if I read it too late, alone)...
http://www.pagebypagebooks.com/Charlotte_Perkins_Gilman/The_Yellow_Wallpaper/The_Yellow_Wallpaper_p1.html
Has your fugly wallpaper posessed you before? ;p
Hope everyone is well and has an awesome Boo Day! Thanks for the space L! Love to you and everyone!
<33
(P.s. all the offerings in here (And at M's), stories, pics, vids ect are great! You guys are crazy! Love ya!)
Well, fuck a duck! It's Page By Page books.com Just search for "The Yellow Wallpaper" By Charlette Perkins Gilman. I tried! Sorry for the delete and faulty (lack of) link L! ;p Love to ya guys! <33
Pics that go with this story are at Ergo's blog, and links are at Mayods.
L.
The Search for the Forgotten Land
starring Ray and Zombie Ray and introducing Reginald
It was a lovely spring day, and Ray was relaxing by the horse stable with Zombie Ray, at the old homestead. The worker was heading home from fertilising the crops on the tractor, and the cattle had been let out to graze.
"You know Zombie my friend, it's a bloody beaut place to be isn't it?" said Ray, inexplicably speaking with an Australian accent.
"Gnuuurgh?" said Zombie Ray, looking curiously at his friend.
"Holy crap, what happened then?" said Ray, noticing with relief his accent was normal again. "I've been watching far too much Home and Away!"
"gnuuurgh hrruuuurf, mate" said Zombie Ray, nodding his head.
Just then a loud noise caught their attention. The looked up to see Reginald, Zombie Ray's bat friend hovering overhead. He looked distraught as he circled about to land.
Zombie Ray sat with his companion and listened carefully, the bat told a tale of a wondrous place, called the Forgotten Land, but the journey was fraught with Peril (with a capital P, as you can see)
The two friends knew that they had to try to get there, the fertilising had been done, and it would be some time before the crops were ready to harvest, and besides, their horses hadn't been ridden in some time. So they saddled up and rode away, leaving the farm in the distance, Reginald the bat leading them ever onwards.
They came to the ocean, and reluctantly left their mounts behind, as Reginald flew ahead, Ray and Zombie ray set out swimming. Then, out of nowhere, they heard oddly familiar music. It took them a few minutes to work out what it meant and by then it was to late!!! SHARK!!!! The shark grabbed Ray by the legs and tried to take him under, but Zombie Ray, thinking quickly, leapt onto the sharks back, raining down blows with his fists and elbows. The shark had never encountered such a ferocious attack and promptly let Ray go. Zombie Ray used his superhuman endurance to help Ray swim the rest of the way
Cont..
They came to an unfamiliar land, where a mountainous landscape stretched before them. They had no idea which direction to head, when they came across a young explorer, "Hi I'm Dora" she said.
"Can you show us how to get to the legendary cave, that leads to the Forgotten Land? asked Ray
"Sure" smiled Dora,"I'll just check my map"
With that the most disturbing thing happened, out of her backpack flew a map, which sang as it opened itself up, "I'm the map, I'm the map, I'm the map, I'm the map, I'm the maaaap"
Ray and Zombie Ray leapt back in horror at the sight of the mutant chart, but Dora seemed unconcerned. She worked out a path with 3 landmarks, and replacing the "map" in her backpack they set off. They had gone about halfway when the habit of Dora incessantly singing the 3 landmarks, and the unpredictable antics of her possessed backpack, were too much for the Rays, they thanked her and set off on their own. Last they saw she seemed to be fighting off a fox.
They worked their way over the mountain and found the cave, it was surrounded my spined, poisonous plants and guarded by a ferocious dragon. It had already pinned Reginald to the ground and was roaring menacingly.
"Raaauuurgh!" cried Zombie Ray
"It'll be ok" said Ray, "We'll save him"
The two men circled the dragon and after a brief but intense fight they managed to slay the dragon and save Reginald, now all they had to do was make it safely through the cave. It was dark and still, but they forged ahead.
As they emerged from the cave that tunnelled into the very heart of the mountain, they were confronted by a leafy tunnel, they could see light at the end and decided that they had come this far so they joined hands and walked through
and they emerged into... My Little Pony Land!! No wonder it had been forgotten, it had been some time since they had graced every television and little girls room. The Pony's explained that they felt very lonely and when Reginald had found them, they asked him to find them some company. They offered Ray and Zombie Ray delicious cakes, candy and lemonade, and in return the Ray's told them stories of the world today, with Transformers and talking sponges. The Ponies felt that they might prefer to stay where they were, but thanked the Rays for visiting.
They all gathered to farewell their new friends, who would ride home on a beautiful white unicorn, a friend of the ponies, who would be able to bring them back to visit any time they wanted.
And so they returned to the farm, and all lived happily ever after.
HAPPY HALLOWEEEN EVERYONE!!!!!!
i love all of this! you guys rock! :D
here's my story -- fair warning, this is going to be a huge chunk of scrolling!
a ghost story for halloween
the last road in town ran out beyond the swept sidewalks of 1950s-era tract housing, out beyond hollow brick warehouses and the craggy limbs of feral orchards, out to the rain-swollen river, where it paced alongside the muddy twists and turns. as it went, the paving cracked and crumbled, gave way to gravel, and then at last, rutted dirt at the very base of a lonely hill.
the hill could be glimpsed from the very top of the clock tower at the heart of town, where the road had its birth in the tree-lined square that fronted the town hall, but no one ever bothered.
however, the road, which for most of the year was untraveled save by vagrants and occasional illicit lovers, was burdened and bothered each autumn. the dust and gravel were kicked up every night, the weeds tramped down every evening, as the entire town made their way, car by car, up to the hill they ignored all the rest of the year.
for two or three weeks every october, the last road in town was as well traveled as any highway, because everyone in town wanted to go to the haunted house that crowned the hill, the haunted house that was the only destination the ragged road had.
truth be told, tomas didn’t really like this time of year. he worked at the haunted house, and while it was a good job, every year it got busier and busier. he was starting to dread seeing the branches of the yard’s only tree grow silhouetted and bare against the night sky, because he knew that it meant soon he would have to perform his tricks for the gawking townspeople, night after night after night.
he complained about it to his co-worker and friend, one night as they sat having coffee at the table in the break room.
“imenan, i tell you, i am heartily sick of it! it used to be we could take a night off here and there, especially on sundays. no one ever used to come up here then, but now it is all the time, knocking on the door. i barely have time to scramble into the coffin, and i’m starting to get headaches from doing the bat transformation too many times in an evening.”
imenan stared morosely into his mug, nodding his head. “i agree with you, tomas, believe me, i do. granted, i don’t have as hard a time of it as you do, all i have to do push the lid open and step out of my sarcophagus, but it’s almost impossible for me to make my moans sound authentic anymore. i’m burned out.”
“me too, imenan, me too. and when was the last time we were able to go visit harold? this was always the best time of the year to find him available. normally, he’s so difficult to contact.”
the two friends sat there in silence for a little while, until a great knocking sound reverberated from upstairs. tomas and imenan gave each other a commiserating look, sighed, and stood up. they went out from the break room by two different doors, each to their stations in the house, to await visitors.
(cont.)
it was almost daybreak when the two fellows re-entered the break room. tomas unclasped his cape and let it puddle on the floor, then sat down at the table, resting his elbows on the surface. he hung his head and rubbed his temples. imenan plopped down in the other chair, looking more tattered than he had when they started their shift.
“that was the worst night yet," the old egyptian said. “all those townsfolk, and i only got a shriek out of half of them!”
“oh, yes, it was terrible,” tomas agreed. “i don’t think i can face another night like this one.” he put his head down on the table, but raised it again in a flash. his eyes gleamed. “imenan! i have an idea!” the vampire leaned toward his friend, smiling a smile that would have chilled the townspeople, indeed. the mummy, however, was not alarmed. he waited patiently for tomas to continue.
“we are taking tomorrow night off. you need a break, i need a break, and so we shall just take our break.”
“tomas! we can’t do that! tomorrow night is all hallow’s eve, it is our busiest night!”
“no, i do not care, imenan. let those who come find a dark and empty house. it has been too long since we have made a visit to our friend harold, and so tomorrow night, that is what we shall do. it is decided.”
imenan looked at his friend’s satisfied expression. he was dubious that it would all work out, but could not deny that he was looking forward to a night off. so he and tomas made their plans for tomorrow’s holiday, and then said good night and parted company, just as the light in the sky began to thin toward dawn.
(cont.)
all hallow’s eve was a grey autumn day, a day that spoke clearly of the winter waiting just outside the door. clouds covered the sky in a seamless monotone, the reds and yellows and oranges of the town’s usual autumn color showing only as umbers and ochres and rusts, and the glowing grins of the jack o’lanterns were the brightest things to be seen. though only the clock tower marked the hours this day, somehow tomas and imenan were closing the back door of the house behind them mere moments after the sun surrendered to the inevitability of night and dropped below the horizon.
the two friends were naught but shadows against shadows as they slipped down the back of the hill, away from the chain of car lights marking the arrival of the night’s visitors. they eeled their way through the barren black trunks in the abandoned orchards, and crossed the sluggish river on rotted mossy logs. they made their way soundlessly through the dark and empty streets at the very outskirts of town, but pulled up short as they neared the lights of the town center, hesitating in the safety of the last deep shadow.
tomas was just about to take to the air to scout ahead when two figures came around the corner, a woman and a child. they passed near to the two hidden in the shadows, but did not see them. the child was dressed in tattered bandages; the gauze strips hung loosely around the child’s neck like a scarf, and dangled from every limb. tomas glanced at his similarly-dressed friend as the two townspeople went on their way, and then grinned and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
“but of course, tonight is the one night we can walk freely! imenan, we will make good time now!”
and tomas was right; even though they crossed the square in plain sight of the townspeople, they awakened no fear in those that saw them; at the most, they received a few admiring glances and smiles from the revelers. they quickly left the center of town behind, and were soon walking through the tidy neighborhoods on the other side of town. the houses they passed were all decorated. the carved pumpkins were expected, but the array of other types of display left the two gazing from house to house in astonishment.
(cont.)
the glowing lights and elaborate scenes, the mechanical ghosts hanging from bare tree limbs, the giant inflated figures, and the abundance of exuberant halloween bric-a-brac everywhere quite honestly startled the vampire and mummy. the neighborhoods they walked through felt more like an amusement park than the dark night they knew. even the costumes were different; one young woman walked by wearing a drastically undersized white dress, a nurse’s cap perched on top of her sparkling pink wig.
“now that’s a change to hallow’s eve that i welcome!” tomas watched the girl strut by, her high heeled boots clacking on the sidewalk. imenan was not impressed. the vampire gave his companion a surprised glance, and then returned to gazing at more appealing sights. “eh, you have been dead too long, my friend. look how healthy she is! o positive, if i don’t miss my guess.”
imenan just grumbled a little in reply. they kept on, dodging small costumed children and smaller costumed dogs, until they came to a grand victorian house on a large corner lot. imenan stopped at the decorative black iron fence, looking up at the cupola. “tomas,” he said, pointing upwards with one raggedly narrow finger, “i remember that wind vane, and this house. we are getting close, aren’t we?”
tomas squinted up at the little bit of sculpture crowning the roof. “you are correct, imenan! ah, soon we shall enjoy a long visit with our friend. it will be good to see him again.” he clapped imenan on the shoulder, raising a small puff of dust, and headed off down the right-hand street. “let us go, then! only a few more blocks remain!” imenan followed, leaving the dust behind but carrying with him a happy smile of anticipation.
the neighborhood gave way to a few streets of shops, and the two pointed out familiar old storefronts to each other as they walked toward their goal. each remembered landmark reassured them that they hadn’t forgotten the way to where their friend resided, even though it had been years, or even decades, since they had been able to visit last. finally, tomas and imenan came to the last corner. they looked out across the street, but did not immediately cross. before them stood a sprawling shopping center, a boxy island in the middle of a paved parking lot sea.
“this is not...” imenan’s voice trailed off in bewilderment. “did we miss a turn somewhere? were we mistaken?”
“no, we came the right way. we are in the correct place. see? look there,” tomas gestured toward three trees growing in a small landscaped space. “those trees are the ones that grew in the corner, by the hadley twins’ gravestone. do you see?”
imenan nodded, sadly.
they stood there on the sidewalk that used to be at the furthest end of town from their hill, and looked at the shopping mall that now stood where once had been the town’s first cemetery. no sign remained of the place now, no stone markers, and no graceful trees save for those three hemmed in by concrete.
the vampire and the mummy stood there in silence, speechless.
how were they going to visit their friend harold when his grave was nowhere to be found?
(cont.)
tomas and imenan stood on the corner of the street, lit by the spotlight of the street lamp, and watched as people left the mall and retrieved their cars. they watched those people drive away, and they watched others enter the parking lot, leave their cars, and walk across the dark lot into the building. it was as if they could not believe they were looking at reality. it would never have occurred to them that a cemetery could disappear.
“what do we do now?” imenan gestured across the street. “it has been too long, and this is one change that is not positive.” he sighed and turned away, back the way they had come, but tomas stopped him.
“now,” the vampire said, “we might as well go inside.”
tomas squared his shoulders, stepped off the curb, and crossed the street with a determined stride. imenan hesitated only a moment, and then followed.
though it was late, the shopping center was as full with people as any saturday afternoon. they were dressed as superheroes and cartoon characters and monsters, costumed in their day dreams and their nightmares, their wishes and their fears. underneath the happy chatter, the sound system was playing suitable halloween novelties, and every store did business with small candies and free items. tomas and imenan wandered dazedly through the crowds. this was no quiet graveyard; this was not the hallow’s eve they remembered.
the human tide fetched them up against a large sign, the directory to the mall. they stood there for a long moment, watching the merriment. tomas turned this way and that, gazing in every direction at the people who earlier this month had jumped in fright each time he had slowly opened the lid to his casket with a creak. imenan found himself returning the smiles given to him, though he wasn’t sure why.
a little child, almost hidden by the cumbersome and colorful costume she wore, stumbled near imenan, tripped up by a dangling accessory. without a thought, he swiftly reached down and caught at her shoulder, steadying her. the mother beamed at him, the little girl cried out a shrill, chirping thanks, and then they were past him. he watched them go, as stunned as any visitor to the haunted house. imenan looked at tomas, to tell him what had happened, but tomas was engrossed in the map on the sign behind them. the vampire glanced up at his friend, excitement almost enlivening his face.
“imenan, look!” tomas laid his hand against the lower portion of the illuminated board. “this is where the trees still stand, and here...” tomas spread his hand, stretching his fingers out to measure a length on the map, “here is where the statue of the mourning angel would be, if it still stood.” he glanced again at imenan.
“don’t you see? here the statue and here next to it, the housden crypt.” tomas punched his finger down at each point. “from the housden crypt, to the darnell grave, and then vaughn, and hopper, and fisk!” his tone was triumphant, his finger pointing firmly to a shoe store. a smile crept onto imenan’s face as he began to understand.
“harold’s grave was just across from delbert fisk, which would mean...” the mummy looked closely at the map, tracing the path from the show store to its neighbor. “this is the store where harold’s grave used to be!”
imenan and tomas gazed at each other for a brief moment, the anticipation they felt earlier suddenly rekindled by their discovery. as one, they began to make their way through the crowd, moving as swiftly and as easily as they had slunk through the shadows of the town. as they dodged the revelers, tomas wondered if harold would still be there, but before he could ponder the question too long, they had reached their goal.
they stood in front of the coffee shop that had replaced their friend’s grave.
(cont.)
they were spotted before they could even take a single step across the threshold.
“tomas! imenan! what are you waiting for?! come on in, boys, make yourselves at home!” they were welcomed by a booming voice, one filled with so much cheer it was impossible to resist. they entered, and were astonished to see their friend harold behind the counter. he towered over the display of muffins and scones, beaming a broad grin at the vampire and the mummy, as big and bluff and bearded as they remembered him. “it’s been so long since you fellows have come by to chat! let me get you something, and then we’ll sit and have a nice long catch-up!” harold laughed then, amused by their expressions. “come on now! what will you have? i’ll make it for you myself!”
there was nothing for it but to make their selections. imenan remembered all too well that harold was never one to take no for an answer. the mummy peered at the menu board, reading the choices through the nearly transparent figure of their friend. tomas ordered right away, naming his favorite without hesitation. once imenan decided, harold quickly and expertly made their drinks, and grabbed a small sample-size cup of the shop’s strongest brew for himself.
the three old friends claimed the comfiest chairs for themselves, and talked and sipped at their cups (except harold, that is, who occasionally raised the tiny cup to his face, inhaling the rich fragrance without imbibing), sharing the stories of the years apart. harold told the tale of the construction of the mall, and the sloppy removal of the graves that left him and a few others behind. his great laughter transformed the tragic story into an adventure. tomas and imenan told harold about the differences they had discovered in the new halloween, and about the stresses caused by the increased interest in the haunted house. harold commiserated with them, and told them about his own job, about how much he enjoyed it and the interesting sights it brought him every day.
tomas had to admit that he liked the bustle of the shopping center. no one was staring at him, expecting him to perform like a trained bat. it was quite refreshing. he liked watching all the people, too. he had never before realized how interesting they were.
“it must be a pleasure to help people,” imenan said, somewhat wistfully. harold gave a mummy a hard look, then treated tomas to the same close inspection.
“that’s the ticket! it’s the perfect thing!” he pounded the overstuffed arm of the chair, making no sound. “you, and you,” he said, pointing at each of his friends in turn, “need to quit working at the haunted house, and come work here, with me!”
they stared at the ghost.
“yes, yes! it’s perfect! i know all the stores that are hiring! it will be a snap!” and he silently snapped his fingers, as proof. tomas and imenan exchanged a look, but, as they already knew so well, harold was never one to take no for an answer. they decided they were happy with that fact.
and so, by the time the christmas decorations had replaced the spiders and pumpkins of halloween (that is to say, in no time at all), imenan found himself helping customers at the large electronics store in the mall. he had discovered an aptitude for the systems and gadgets they sold there, and had become the one everyone came to with questions. plus, the blue shirt looked very nice against his linen wraps.
tomas had settled into a position at the movie theater, working the late shift and the midnight showings. he wasn’t very good at making popcorn yet, but excelled at being an usher. his manager commended him several times for his old-fashioned courtesy; the customers were always saying good things about him. and tomas was free to sneak into any of the movies playing. he had become addicted to watching the stories being played out on the screen.
(cont.)
and every night, when the front doors were closed and locked, and the last straggling credits-watcher had left the theater, the three friends would take over the comfiest chairs at the coffee shop, and talk until dawn.
at the other side of town, the last road still went up to the hill, and was still traveled heavily every autumn. it seems that an empty house is just as good a haunted house as one with a vampire and a mummy in attendance.
the end!
happy halloween!!
Hiya Guys, I hope you all had a great halloween.
Fantastic stuff here, really spooky.
Thanks to whoever put my links up.
LOL Wendy, that's where my pic went to. now that WAS scary hahaha!
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