Halloween Creepypastas Part 9

TRICK-OR-TREAT
It had been dark for hours, and their pillowcases were practically overflowing with candy, but Steven and Joey weren’t done quite yet. Most of the houses they walked by in this rural section of town had already turned their lights off. Just when they thought all hope was lost, they spotted a well lit house at the end of a long driveway. By the time they had reached the front door they were exhausted.

As Joey rang the doorbell, a great crack erupted beside the boys and a spooky skeleton sprung out inches from Joey’s face. Steven nearly jumped out of his shoes with shock. “Wow Joey that didn’t even scare you at all! How did you not jump from that?” he asked. Before he finished his sentence, he noticed the pool of blood forming below his friend, coming from the very real knife in the toy skeleton’s hand with a tag reading ‘Trick’ attached. As Steven sprinted down the stairs, blinded by tears, he knocked over the nearly full bowl of candy labeled ‘Treat.’

Credits to: ColinPNewman

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THE MONSTERS ARE OUT
The neighborhood streets were alive with roving clusters of zombies, vampires, ghouls and monsters this Halloween night. I was escorting my four kids, trying to keep up with them actually, as they rushed from house to house, gleefully filling their bags with candy.

As we trooped down a dark side street, the porch light of an older home burst on. The kids instantly zeroed in on their target and ran whooping and hollering toward the house. Huddled together under the light, they rang the doorbell. I turned away for a moment. When I turned back, the kids were gone.

I was frozen with astonishment. I’d taken my eyes off of them for literally two seconds and they disappeared. Then the porch light went dark.

I ran to the front door and pounded on it, then rang the doorbell a half-dozen times, but the house remained dark. The back door was locked. Now panicked, I yelled for the children and pounded my fist on the door. I checked around the house for open windows with no luck. This was a nightmare. I was about to hurl a rock through a window when I was suddenly enveloped in light. A policeman was walking across the lawn towards me holding a flashlight.

“Thank god you’re here,” I called out. “My kids are in this house and I can’t get anyone to answer the door.”

“I’m aware of that, Sir,” said the officer, pulling handcuffs out of his belt.

“What are those for?” I said impatiently. “The kids are in the house.”

“Yes Sir, and none of them know who you are.”

Credits to: minnboy