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We Hate Halloween

It's all about perspective.

By Mark GagnonPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 2 min read

There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It’s only for one night of the year.

“There is no reason we can’t control our urges for one freaking night, right folks. We have 364 nights to reign terror on the world, but not tonight. Tonight, we must remain calm and no matter what happens or who comes knocking, that door stays closed. Understood, everyone?”

“Sure, that’s easy for you to say, Pennywise. The full moon doesn’t transform your body into a completely different entity and this Halloween will have a full harvest moon. Howwwl!!! It gets my blood churning just thinking about it.”

“Calm down Mr. Talbot. I’ve planned for you to spend the night locked in the basement where there are no windows and I’m the only one with a key to the steel door. You may howl to your hearts content, and nobody will hear you through those stone walls.”

“Must you mention blood? You woke me up early for this meeting and I’m hungrier than usual. I’m sure no one will notice if I fly out of here after dark and bite the neck of one child, possibly one that’s dressed like me. It’s only right since he wants to be my mini-me. He vants me to bite his neck! How can I say no?”

“No flying, Count! There is still too much daylight for you to leave the house plus all the windows have been mirrored, the doors are draped with garlic and the thresholds have been washed with holy water. You’re not going anywhere, Drac old buddy.”

“BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!”

“Frank, you’re the logical one, can’t you talk some sense into them?”

“Ugh, me sensible all right, but I not sure they listen. If we open door when children knock and scare or harm them, villagers will come with pitchforks and torches and burn house down. That should scare everyone. They all shake heads like they understand what I say, Pennywise. Everyone, except Mummy. He just walk around moaning.”

“Don’t worry about him, Frank. I have five gallons of fabric softener to pour over him. By the time I’m done with him there will be nothing but a big fluffy ball of cotton. Okay, it’s almost sunset. Everyone back to your rooms. One thing for definite, WE ALL HATE HALLOWEEN!”

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Mark Gagnon

I have five published books: Mitigating Circumstances, Short Stories for Open Minds, Short Stories from an Untethered Mind, Unmitigated Greed, and Short Stories to Spark the Imagination.

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    Written by Mark Gagnon