Halloween Creepypastas Part 14

PRETTY GIRL
Pretty pretty pretty girl
Snow white skin and golden curls
She’s a vision sent from heaven
Break of dawn till half past seven
But with darkness things will change
She gets weird and she gets strange
Teeth grow long beyond proportion
Limbs will twist in mass contortions
Bile pours from her snapping jaws
Venom drips from six inch claws
Skin becomes a scaly mask
White hot flames shoot out her ass
Half a horror half delight
Just don’t take her out tonight
She is something in between
If tonight is Halloween

Credits to: charitytryst

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THE COSTUME
I look at my reflection.

I smile, admiring my beautiful appearance. A green bulb-like head with two big round eyes on it, coupled with an unnoticeable small nose and a lipless mouth full of terrifying yellow incisors that seem ready to bite through anything. The upper part of a suit covers my chest; I want to look fancy. Through the sleeves a pair of long tentacles pop out, and through the lower half of the suit 8 more tentacles appear. I love Halloween.

I wobble to the door— I’m not used to navigating my house this way. I go out, watching as all kind of people, grown and little, wander the streets. Some wear high-level costumes while others wear bags with carved eyeholes in them. As I walk around the street, people look at me with awe and I can’t help but smile widely.

I just love Halloween; It’s the only time of the year I can get out of my human costume without people screaming at me.

Credits to: Raisu444

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