Written in 2006
I was going through some old discs of other groups and sites ive worked on and i came across this old story i wrote and thought id share it here.
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HALLOWEEN STORY
I COULD SEE THE STREET LAMPS GLISTEN FROM A DISTANCE BETWEEN THE PLANKS OF WOOD IN THE OLD BARN WHERE I WAS HIDING.
THE WIND WHISTLED AND CAUSED A DEATHLY COLD BREEZE THROUGH EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY , CAUSING A TERRIFYING SCREETCHING SOUND TO ADD TO MY FEAR.
WHAT TIME WAS IT, I WONDERD, HOW MUCH LONGER WOULD I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THE MORNING CAME AND I WAS FREE TO FLEA THIS GOD FORSAKEN PLACE.
THE HOUSE STOOD ON A HILL, DIMLY LIT AND VERY STILL, THERE HAD BEEN NO ACTIVITY FROM OUTSIDE OF IT FOR SOME TIME NOW, NOT SINCE I SAW HIM LAST.
IF ONLY I COULD GET THE SOUND OF THE STRUGGLE AND CHOPPING OUT OF MY HEAD, IT WAS SO FIERCE THAT IM AFRAID TO MAKE A RUN FOR MY OWN LIFE.
LET ME TELL YOU HOW IT ALL BEGAN.
AS A KID I HAD HEARD THE STORIES AND RUMOURS ABOUT THE MAN WHO LIVED ON HAUNTED HILL, HOW EVERY YR JUST BEFORE HALLOWEEN HED KIDNAP SOMEONE AND SLAUGHTER THEM FOR HIS SICK PLEASURE.
AS I GREW THE STORIES BECAME THE TAUNT OF THE TOWN TO THOSE THAT DARED TO ADMIT THEY BELIEVED SUCH THINGS WHILST YOUNG, AND YET HERE I AM HIDING AWAY, TRYING TO CATCH THIS OLD MAN IN THE ACT.
ID HEARD HIM PULL UP IN HIS OLD TRUCK JUST A FEW SHORT HOURS AGO, BUT WAS TO SCARED TO LOOK ANY LONGER , AFTER I SAW HIM DRAG A LRG SACK FROM THE BACK AND LET IT DROP TO THE FLOOR.
IT MADE A BIG THUD AND A SQUISHING SOUND, MY MIND WAS REELING, WHAT WAS IN THAT SACK, COULD IT ACTUALLY BE A BODY?
I HEARD HIM DRAG THE HEAVY SACK BEHIND HIM AS HE HEADED FOR THE SHED, AS HE OPENED THE DOOR HE HOISTED THE SACK ONTO HIS SHOULDER AND THREW ITS HEAVY CONTENTS ONTO WHAT I PRESUME WAS A BENCH.
HE WAS SINGING AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE WHEN THE CHOPPING SOUNDS BEGAN, I CAN STILL HEAR THE SOUNDS IT MADE, AS IF HE WERE CHOPPING THROUGH FLESH AND BONE, RIPPING AND SLICING AT HUMAN REMAINS.
I REMEMBER PEEKING OUT AGAIN AFTER IT HAD BECOME QUIET, AND CAUGHT HIM WEARILY WALKING UP TO THE HOUSE WITH HIS DARK STAINED PINNY STILL ON, MY BLOOD RAN COLD AND MY FEAR HAS KEPT ME HERE EVER SINCE.
ONE BYE ONE THE LIGHTS GO OUT SO I KNOW ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE DAYLIGHT OR BEFORE I PLUCK UP THE COURAGE TO RUN, IL BE HEADING STRAIGHT TO THE LOCAL COP SHOP TO REPORT WHAT IVE SEEN AND TO ALERT THE PUBLIC OF THIS MANS MACARBE ACTIONS.
SUDDENLY I WAS AWARE OF BEING MAN HANDLED AND LOOKED UP TO SEE THE OLD MAN PULLING AT MY ARM, I LET OUT SUCH A SQUEEL THAT EVEN HE STEPPED BACK FROM. HE PLEADED WITH ME TO CALM DOWN AND TOLD ME THAT THE POLICE WERE ON THEIR WAY.
THE POLICE? HAD SOMEONE ALREADY DISCOVERD HIS DARK SECRET ? , WOULD HE KILL ME FIRST OR LET ME GO ? MY HEART WAS BEATING SO FAST THAT I BECAME LIGHT HEADED AND STRUGGLED TO GET TO MY FEET.
JUST THEN I HEARD A CAR PULL UP OUTSIDE OF THE BARN, I STARTED YELLING AT THE TOP OF MY VOICE, "IM HERE, IM IN HERE"
THE POLICE OFFICER WALKED UP TO ME QUITE CASUALLY AND TOLD ME TO CALM DOWN AND STOP MY YELLING, I COULDNT BELIEVE IT, WAS HE TRUELY UNAWARE OF THE GOINGS ON AROUND HERE, OR WAS THERE SOMETHING MORE SINISTER GOING ON?.
FEELING DISORINTATED AND BEWILLDERD , I ALLOWED THE OFFICER TO PUT ME IN HIS CAR, WHERE I THEN STARTED RAMBLING ON ABOUT THE NIGHTS EVENTS AND ALMOST ORDERING HIM TO CHECK OUT THE SHED AND THE TRUCK.
HIS REACTION STARTLED ME, HE STARTED TO SMIRK, THEN BURST INTO UNCONTROLABLE LAUGHTER, WAS THIS ALL A BAD NIGHTMARE I COULDNT WAKE UP FROM?
AFTER A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME THE OFFICER APPOLOGISED FOR HIS BEHAVIOUR AND BEGAN TO EXPLAIN WHAT WAS SO FUNNY, HE TOLD ME THAT EVERY YEAR FOR THE PAST YWENTY YRS THIS MAN HAD BEEN CREATING SCARECROWS MADE OUT OF PUMPKINS AND STRAW FOR THE LOCAL ORPHANAGES ALL OVER TOWN, BUT BECAUSE THEY WERE DONATED ANOMINOUSLY THE OLD MAN WORKED IN PRIVATE AND BROUGHT HIS SUPPLIES IN LATE AT NIGHT.
I WAS TOTALLY GOB SMACKED AND NEEDED TO SEE THIS FOR MYSELF, SO I ASKED IF THE OFFICER WOULD TAKE ME TO SEE HOW THESE THINGS WERE CREATED.
THE OLD MAN WOULD BRING SACKS WITH PUMPKINS AND STRAW IN FROM HIS TRUCK TO THE SHED, WHERE HE WOULD THEN CHOP AND CARVE THE FACES INTO THEM TO CREATE THE HEADS. HE WOULD CREATE A CROSS WITH STICKS, STUFF OLD CLOTHES WITH STRAW AND SIT THE HEAD ON THE TOP.
IT ALL SUDDENLY FELL INTO PLACE, EVERYTHING I SAW AND HEARD THAT NIGHT WAS SIMPLY AN OLD MAN AT WORK DOING A GOOD DEED FOR THE LESS FORTUNATE OF OUR TOWN, I CAN TELL YOU, I CERTAINLY HAD A RED FACE AND PERSONALLY WENT TO APPOLOGISE AND AT THE SAME TIME THANK THE OLD MAN FOR HIS GREAT GIFT OF CHARITY.
SO THE NEXT TIME YOU HEAR A RUMOUR ON HALLOWS EVE, DONT BE IN SUCH A HURRY TO RUN OFF HALF COCKED TO INVESTIGATE, YOU MAY NOT BE AS LUCKY AS I WAS
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