Halloween Creepypastas Part 10

I DON’T LIKE MUMMY’S COSTUME
Little Timmy Parker loved Halloween
He would eat candy until he turned green
He loved knocking on doors all over his building
He loved stories about goblins and killing
Daddy was out working an all-nighter
Like dad Tim dressed as a fire fighter
All snug airtight in daddy’s HazMat suit
Even tucked his pants into his work boots
He heard sirens and he saw lights flashing
He opened his door to see the fashion
A dull green mist hung like a diseased cloud
He could barely think the screams were too loud
This is great he thought it’s so realistic
Cops and firemen all going ballistic
Blood flowed down the hall like a red river
Through Timmy’s body ran a cold shiver
Why were so many guys dressed as zombies
Timmy ran back to look for his mommy
He heard guttural groans and monstrous moans
Ripping tendons and the snapping of bones
Brave Tim grabbed his bat he knew what to do
But Tim froze when he heard “Mommy loves you”
It lunged forward for a kiss on the cheek
Tim was tricked into becoming a treat

Credits to: Huntfrog

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THE KID IN THE MASK
I love all the different costumes that kids come up with. Mainly the classics like batman or superman. And there is usually something from Disney, and this year I am guaranteed to see at least 20 Elsas. But this kids costume is different.

I’m standing at my open door looking down at what may be a 4-6 year old kid. His clothes are ripped and worn, and his mask is full of cuts and blood, it was truly amazing. I was so shocked to see such a young kid wear such a gory costume, so I gave’m 2 full sized chocolate bars. The kid deserved it.

As I was watching the kid walk away I saw he had a hockey mask hanging from the back of his neck. When he reached whom I believe to be his parent, he was scolded, and was told to put his mask on this instant.

Credits to: JohnnyCrusade

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