Halloween Creepypastas Part 4

ALL HALLOW’S EVE
In Sweden we celebrate All Hallows’ Eve the night before your Halloween. Traditionally you’re supposed to visit your lost ones and place a lit candle on the grave, to celebrate their life. For the children it’s all the same as in America. They dress up as witches and vampires and asks “trick or treat” around the neighborhood.

Yesterday, All Hallows’ eve of course, I heard a knock on the door. I expected more werewolf kids to dissapoint, I didn’t have any candy, that’s why I told the last group of children “trick”.

Oddly, there was no one there.

My first thought was that I’d been tricked by the last kid who didn’t receive any candy. Feeling relieved I didn’t get egg on my windows or toilet paper in the garden I turned back inside.

I wish I was right about that one.

I haven’t slept since yesterday, it feels like someone is watching me. You see, there was another knock on the door and this time I did see something.

Below the doorstep was a newly lit candle.

Credits to: robinrosen

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SNEAKY
I’ve always hated cats.

Even as a little girl, when all of my friends wanted a kitten, I hated them. I hated their sinuous hairy bodies, their rough seeking tongues. Hated the weird rumbling sounds they made. But most of all, I hated them because they were sneaky. Always swirling around your legs trying to trip you, pretending to like you one minute and rejecting you the next. Sneaky.

But I could be sneaky too. I bought tuna fish. It was a simple matter to lure them into the house. The greedy monsters were crazy for the stuff. After I trapped them inside, it was easy enough.

Oh sure, some of them put up quite a fight. I got scratched a couple of times, but they were easy to kill, really. One quick whack with the clever and they were pretty much done for. Rendering was not so easy. They had a lot of little bones. You had to pick through the flesh carefully to find them all. And don’t even get me started about the hair…or the smell, yuck! But it was done now. They were ready.

I had put just a little of the meat into each cookie. Experience had tought me that if you put too much you would start to taste it. But sugar and chocolate can hide a world of sins. The cookies were molded into the arched shape of a howling cat. Perfect for Halloween. Each costumed little girl would get a special treat from me, even if she didn’t know it. Something she has always wanted. Her very own little kitten.

Sneaky.

Credits to: charitytryst

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