ALL THE KIDS SAID SO
Mrs. McTavish was a witch. All the kids said so.
She had moved into Centreville in June, into a severe-looking little house, that frowned out from under two big Norway spruce trees that moaned and shrieked when the wind blew. Mrs. McTavish could occasionally be seen, out working in her witchy-looking garden, an old crone in black, moving along slowly and stiffly.
She mostly kept to herself.
So the townspeople were surprised when, on Halloween, Mrs. McTavish sat on her well-lit porch, with a basket of treats. Soon, from curiosity, children were coming and going in a steady stream.
Mrs. McTavish was a pleasant surprise up close. She wasn’t old at all, but a lovely young woman. Her house was cheery and brightly painted. She smiled and handed out treats, charming everyone.
It wasn’t until later that things began to go horribly wrong…it started with the Soames twins, turning on each other suddenly, biting, clawing, shrieking… one twin had nearly chewed the other’s face off, when they both lunged at their mother. Mrs. Soames was dragged down, screaming until the twins ripped out her throat. It was happening all up and down the street: children gone savage, blood, hair, and candy flying everywhere. Mrs. McTavish smiled darkly to herself, and went back inside.
Next morning, the few townspeople who had survived the massacre dazedly cleaned up the mutilated bodies. No-one seemed to know what had happened. No-one even gave a glance at the dilapidated little house under the spruce trees.
Mrs. McTavish had vanished.
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Shrewsbury, PA
Mrs. McTuttle was a witch. All the kids said so. She had moved into Shrewsbury in June….
Credits to: Still_A_Firefly
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JACK-O-LANTERNS
For Alex, carving pumpkins had never been nearly as fun as kicking them to bits. Ever since he’d been a teenager, he’d stay up late on Halloween night, wait for the lights in the neighborhood’s houses to go out, and then run from house to house, smashing the grinning jack-o-lanterns.
Tonight, it was almost time. The families were sound asleep, and not one porch light remained lit. Time to get to work. He laced up his favorite boots, and opened the front door. As he stepped outside, he turned to see several small, dark figures waiting just outside. Suddenly, he felt a blow to the back of his head, and everything went black.
Alex woke to find his arms immobile. He tasted dirt in his mouth. Looking around, he recognized his surroundings—the cornfield near his house. But what was he doing so low to the ground? He tried to look down, and his chin scraped fresh earth: he was buried up to his neck.
As he looked up, he saw the dark figures again. He recognized them now: the neighborhood children, most of them no older than ten.
“Hey!” he shouted “This isn’t funny! Dig me out of here, now, or I’m telling all of your parents!” The kids ignored him.
“Now listen up,” said Alex’s neighbor, Joel, a chubby nine year old. “Fair is fair. Everyone gets one kick per jack-o-lantern he’s busted.” The others nodded in agreement. Joel smiled as he tightened his shoelaces.
Joel looked down at Alex.
“You ever wonder why Jack-o-lanterns have a toothless grin?”
Credits to: scarymaxx
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