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Halloween Creepypastas Part 1




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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HUSH-A-BYE
I had my suspicions when I heard Elizabeth call for me the night after Halloween. Lo and behold, I entered her bedroom and immediately spotted the pile of empty wrappers and uneaten chocolates beneath her nightstand lamp.

“Mommy, I feel nervous.”

That was her code for an upset tummy. Ever since I had explained what “butterflies in my stomach” meant, she always insisted she was nervous instead of sick.

“What did I tell you about the candy, Ellie?”

“I know,” she said in her tiniest voice.

There was nothing to do but sigh at my little sneak-thief. I felt her forehead—warm, but not too bad—then I sat on the bed and started rubbing her stomach while I quietly sang her back to sleep.

“‘Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry, go to sleep, my little baby…’”

I watched her eyelids slowly drift lower.

“‘When you wake, you shall have, all the pretty little horses…’”

Very soon she was breathing deeply and peacefully.

“‘Dapples and grays, pintos and bays, all the pretty little horses…’”

After a few choruses, I reached across to turn off the lamp, but something caught my eye. The dark candy shells seemed to be wriggling. Surely not roaches already?

“‘Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry…’”

My singing faltered. Almost as if they had finally warmed up enough beneath the lamp, the dark shapes flipped and tumbled, sprouted legs and insect-like pincers, then scurried away with quick, scuttling movements.

Before I could make sense of this, Ellie screamed.

“Mommy!”

Beneath my hand, her stomach started writhing, and I yanked my arm back as something pierced through to my palm.

Credits to: MrsManaged
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