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Halloween Creepypastas Part 13




ONE NIGHT ONLY
Knock knock.

I peer through the peep-hole in my door. A miniature Dracula and his sister, Cinderella, are standing on my doorstep.

“Trick or treat!” they yell in unison as I open up, a wide smile etched across my face.

“My, my, those are very convincing costumes!” I say.

“Thank you mister,” says Cinderella, before stretching out an expectant hand. Her brother follows suit.

I poke my head through the door frame and inspect the road outside: deserted.

“What’s your favourite kind of sweet?” I ask.

“Gummy bears! Jelly babies!”

I feign surprise.

“Well you’re in luck! I’ve got hundreds in my kitchen!”

The children stare up at me in anticipation.

“The trouble is, I’m very frail you see. Won’t you come in and help me get them out the cupboard?”

They look unsure.

“Mommy says we’re not to go in strangers’ houses,” Dracula protests. I sigh dejectedly.

“That’s a shame. I’ll have to give them out to all the other little monsters. And I did so want to show off my costume!”

Cinderella jabs her brother in the side.

“We could come in for a minute, mister.”

“That’s the spirit,” I encourage them, “just up the hallway and on your left.”

The two of them cross my threshold and wander into the house. I shut the door.

It always struck me as odd that on Halloween, of all nights, parents let their children run amok and talk to strangers.

Still, I’m not complaining. For one night only, all my victims come to me.

I leave my human mask deflating by the door.

Credits to: Kradiant

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THE PILLOW CASE
I had been waiting for this moment my whole life. I’d always wanted a wife and a cute little boy to share my love of Halloween with. Dress up, go door to door, have a pillow case as your candy bag but most importantly always check your candy before you eat it.

I taught them well, my wife and son had a huge haul of candy they brought home. My son’s pillow case was overflowing with goodies and he couldn’t wait to eat some. Just like the creepy stories I read him of poison in chocolate or razor blades in apples we checked all the candy they got. It was overwhelming because we already had candy we bought too. So much candy. After eating a lot I tucked him in bed and said goodnight to my wife, peace was all I could feel as I heard them choking on their own blood.

After all these years why didn’t they check the candy I bought? Walking into my son’s room I reminded him as he was dying that he should never trust anyone. Time to start my 4th family I suppose. Maybe they will follow all the teachings I give them.

Credits to: Fastdreams
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