October 29, 2010

Words used: candy-corn-induced-sugar-coma, agliff, fanatics, havoc, monstropolis, psychosomatic, moxie, pipistrelle, trepidation, uncouth

And the story:

Golden sunsets are what southern California is all about. Bidding farewell to the beautiful sunny day. But every year, on October 31st it is the opening of the door to a realm. A realm of ghosts and of goblins and of creatures beyond this world.

Enter the night.....

It could have been any night. Except that tonight is Halloween. All the children were preparing to run havoc on the neighborhood. Pipistrelle littering the sky above their heads on their own special hunt.

Karen had gone to the store and, with trepidation, stocked up on candy. If there wasn't enough trick or treaters she'd end up in a candy-corn-induced-sugar-coma. Settling in for the night she waited for the Halloween fanatics to arrive.

The first caller arrived, dressed as a monster straight out of Monstropolis. She thought to herself that costumes these days had certainly become very realistic. Also that these kids had their own type of moxie, being very unafraid and almost a bit uncouth in their approach. She was giving out candy! What was with the attitude and creepiness? Oh well, she would just chalk it up to being some psychosomatic knee jerk reaction to being home alone on one of the scariest night of the year.

Karen had almost gotten back to her seat when the doorbell rang again. She turned to go back and saw the door knob turning and froze. The door began opening and she was agliff, literally frozen in place with terror. As the door was at the half way point she bolted, running through the house and toward the back door, not looking back. She could hear the steps behind her pounding and pounding on the hardwood floors. Reaching for the back door something struck her and she was taken to the ground.

She woke up hours later, still on the floor. Dazed and confused she searched the house only to find nothing.

Karen decided to call over a friend while she showered and cleaned up. She was unable to prove anyone had been in the house. The only proof was the cut...the nearly healed cut, left on the back of her neck...