You failed your haunting final, so you are relegated to watching professionals do what you’re not licensed to do: lure the rest of your family to the shack in the woods, the one where you had your first kiss with your second girlfriend, the one where they found your body.
J. Bradley is a two-time winner of Wigleaf’s Top 50 (Very) Short Fictions. He’s the author of Neil & Other Stories (WhiskeyTit Books, 2018). He lives at jbradleywrites.com.
It wasn’t often you’d see Tillie without her broom.
From sunup to sundown she’d sweep the sidewalks, the streets, the floors of the little shack she called home.
After dark, she was nowhere to be found.
But on quiet nights, you could hear laughter as she streaked across the sky.
Susan Gale Wickes is from Indiana. Her only mode of transportation is her trusty SUV.
All Hallows Eve. The most popular haunted house in town was as dark as the inside of an uncarved pumpkin. Not one of its clockwork creatures was stirring.
The property was under new management. The penny-pinching promoter took one look at his scary electric bill and pulled the plug.
John H. Dromey has a story “Cross Genre Traffic Does Not Stop” reprinted online in Unfit Magazine.
Editor: I should have re-titled this story “Who Turned Out the Frights?”
Ingesting an alcohol pill containing enough units to ensure a buoyant mood at the party, I marvelled at my Halloween costume. Adorned with an inordinately bushy beard, thick-rimmed spectacles, breath-constricting jeans and tweed brogues, my vision of someone dubbed a ‘hipster’ from the olden days was my scariest effort yet.
Fee Johnstone is a managing editor of a medical journal who favours cats, craft beer, and cheese over most other things.
My grandfather admits he originated the practice of handing out contaminated treats. Razors in apples. Pins and poisons in full-sized candy bars.
The risk of being struck by a car is four times higher on Halloween. He hoped to persuade paranoid parents into keeping their little darlings off the street.
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and prizes. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled “Nothing But Trouble”. Visit BobThurber.net.
She used to wish on snowflakes for a man like him.
Glancing over, she thought, I wouldn’t mind Christmas mornings with you.
Giving her heart to him like a gift-wrapped present, she watched him open it.
Then realized that it was Halloween and he had been wearing a mask.
Lauren Layfield is a senior Multi-Platform Journalism major at Sam Houston State University. She is the former Assistant Campus Culture editor at The Houstonian, SHSU’s independent student newspaper.
In his basement, Hubert began the disembowelment.
His knife skillfully pierced the flesh with a surgeon’s deftness. Innards strewn across the floor, Hubert then turned his attention to the face.
Afterwards, with a sated grin, he admired his handiwork.
He inserted the jack-o’-lantern candle, ready to lure the next child.
Alison loves a good scare and has a dark sense of humor.
“I vant to suck your blood!”
“I’ll report you.”
“…Vut? Vut are you meanink?”
“I mean I’ll call the cops. Actually no, I’ll call a magazine and give them the scoop, first. You’re famous, right? I’ll get big bucks and your career will be over.”
“…And zey call ME bloodthirsty.”
Tim Sevenhuysen is the editor of FiftyWordStories.com.
“Honey, there’s a zombie on the lawn.”
“Already? Well, get the candy.”
“No, I think it’s a real one.”
“Dear, it’s Halloween. But boy does that makeup look convincing. I’m going to ask how he did it…”
Diary Entry, October 31, 2013: The humans have finally lowered their guard. It begins today.
It is my opinion that Halloween was designed by monsters to gradually lure humanity into a trap. And when it starts, how will we know who’s really a monster and who’s just wearing a costume? Beware!
Happy Halloween, everyone. Have fun and stay safe.
My granddaughter announced that she will be Superman’s daughter this year.
I ask what kind of costume she plans to wear.
Her dad will dress up as Superman and she’ll collect the candy!
There’s some distance between her new front teeth, so that when she smiles she’s a pumpkin.
Marian Brooks has recently retired and found some time to write short fiction. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband.
Editor: This true story was too cute not to share. Happy Halloween! Be safe and have fun, everyone.