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SPOOKTOBER STORY #4:
The night is black and terrifying, yet in its dark folds are hidden no spectres, no hellbeasts, no ghouls lingering near their crypts, or rapping their talons on your door. The horrors of the night dwell within you, and leer out from mirrors, reminding you of your failings and buried cruelty, or worse, that there was never anything worthwhile inside you to begin with.
Oh, but in response to your question, I'm going as a slutty bumblebee!
SPOOKTOBER STORY #3:
There was a man who was a skeleton and the man ate all the monsters and in its stomach they had a monster town and they wanted to get out of the man and they formed a municipal committee but were deadlocked because whenever they proposed a plan to get out of the man special interest groups and lobbyists attached riders to the plan and none of the monsters could agree to the plan because of all the additions that oftentimes worked in direct odds with the plan and there was one monster and he was named Tommy like me and he had big horns and he said I want to get out of the man and everybody else agreed with him especially because by that time they had run out of food in the man's stomach because most of it was dissolved by acid vats and they had had to resort to eating family pets and the very young and the very old and a lot of monsters were crying about having to eat their loved ones to stay alive but Tommy had a great plan and what they did was to save whatever shreds of dignity they had left the monsters all bit each other at once and then they all died in a suicide pact that killed all monsters ever and ever and ever!
SPOOKTOBER STORY #2:
Your mom is so disappointed in you she can't stop crying. Your dad just sits there, not knowing what to say.
It is now Spooktober, and I hope you are ready for a spooky story, you very nice and well-groomed person who I probably respect in some capacity.
SPOOKTOBER STORY #1:
"It's barely even Spooktober," you complain. "This is hardly spooky."
Little do you know you are about to be disembowled- which is pretty spooky.
"I do know now," you continue to bitch and moan, "You just told me. I have called the police and even if you do disembowel me I am white and middle-class as hell and they will catch you lickety split."
Well perhaps, but what if I am a GHOST or a GHOUL or an AMBULATORY SKELETON that cannot be caught in an ordinary manner?
"You are not," you explain, continuing to whine, but doing it in a very patronizing way that I find deeply annoying. "You are Jon Phillips, I have known you since that one miserable time, and you are flesh and blood and honestly getting on my g.d. nerves, I really wish you would go away."
I have no real comeback for this, and leave, staring at my feet, feeling pretty sorry for myself. What's spookier than that?
SPOOKTOBER SPOOKY SPOOK STORY #9:
I am lying in bed when I hear the window break and the thing passes into my bedroom. "Hello," I whimper. I am facing the wall so I cannot see the window but I close my eyes trappety-tight for good measure. "Who's there?"
"Hello," it responds. "Can you please scootch over so I can get into bed with you?" It has a voice like a thousand knives, or a breeze passing through the valley of the shadow of death.
"No thank you," I say. "Good-bye", I add.
"But I am very cold," it explains.
"Of course you are cold, it is nearly November and you have broken my window." I am gnawing on my fist so my words sound muffled and after I have finished speaking I have to spit out some knuckle blood onto my pillow. I am soaked with sweat and my pillow is soaked with tears and now a little knuckle blood, too.
"No... I'm cold because... well, never mind." I can hear it shuffling uncomfortably around the room, trying to get a peek at me, but it can't because I am hiding. I mentally commend myself for being really well scrunched up under the blankets and sheets and so on. "It doesn't matter," it says, and then it says "Look I won't even touch you, I promise."
I doubt that very much but I have decided to keep my mouth shut and hope that it will go away and besides I am shaking too much to formulate a sentence. The thing's presence hangs over me like a weighted shroud. There is a long moment where it is just the sound of us breathing in the room.
"Where I come from," it starts, and then sighs. "Look, I just think it would be easier to tell you about who I am and where I come from if you would just let me..."
It trails off. I am weeping loudly now, and I think that might have offput it.
"I'm sorry," it says, but it sounds more like it is talking to itself, like it thinks I am not listening any more. "I'm sorry."
It murmurs something to itself that sounds like "I'm just so cold," and then it leaves the room through something other than the window.
I can feel the sharp chill of the October wind through my blankets. I close my eyes and wait for morning light.
[This post is the entirety of "The Colour out of Space" by H. P. Lovecraft, which continues and is completed in the comments due to Facebook’s status wordcount restrictions. For reference, the original text can be found here: http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/cs.aspx]
SPOOKTOBER SPOOKY SPOOK STORY #7: I don't know. The call was coming from inside the house or something? Whatever.
SPOOKTOBER SPOOKY SPOOK STORY #6: Jake wanted to board, all day every day. "I love boarding," was something that Jake said a lot! He was a pretty sick boarder! When he saw something he wanted to ollie over or grind on, he'd do it. You betcha! Then one day he went to his favorite boarding spot and saw a new sign: NO BOARDING. What!? Could this be true!?!? Really??!? No boarding!?!??!
YES. IT WAS TRUE. JAKE COULD NEVER BOARD AGAIN. LIKE OR SHARE OR ELSE THIS WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TOO!!
SPOOKTOBER SPOOKY SPOOK STORY #5: The Dome Pyre spider, found primarily in the south of the African continent, is entirely made from human skin! Its legs are skin! Its eyes are skin! Its mouth is skin! How does it move? That is a good question to consider! It's just skin!
SPOOKTOBER SPOOKY SPOOK STORY #4: In Tibet, they call it the Inbala, the Native Americans called it Tongodu, and here in the USA we call it Unlucky Jack. But it seems that every society has it's own version of the same spooky folk story- a man with his butt where his head should be, and a head where his butt should be, who goes around eating children with his head-butt and pooping them out (where they turn into clouds!) with his butt-head! Doesn't this mean that somewhere, buried deep inside our genetic memory, prehistoric man had to deal with just this sort of horrifying monster? And is it too far-fetched to believe that somewhere, out there, an Unlucky Jack still exists? Maybe in hibernation... but maybe... the clouds have to come from somewhere...!?!??!?!?!?! PRETTY SPOOKY!
SPOOKTOBER SPOOKY SPOOK STORY #3: The world no longer holds any purpose for him, his days have grown endless, meaningless. Eat, work, sleep. Eat, work, sleep. Every morning he lays in bed for longer and longer grasping for a good reason to get up. On the day he finally can't, he says a prayer to a God he no longer believes in, and swallows all the pills in the bottle.
Then he becomes a spooky ghost!
SPOOKTOBER SPOOKY SPOOK STORY #2: A man bought a cassette tape labeled "Spooky Halloween Noises!" but it turned out to just be a recording of him saying "You shouldn't have bought this cassette tape!" over and over and he realized it was right!!!!!
Hi it is almost Halloween so I will be posting one spooky story every day until Halloween: There was a little girl and also her mom in a car trip they were going to a funeral and they found a mask in the back seat and the little girl put it on and the mom said "where did you find that" and the little girl said "i found it in the back seat" and then the mask said "i found it in the back seat" and the mom screamed and the car crashed and they both (the mom and the duaghter) both died! and the funeral had to be closed casket because the dead guy WAS MISSING HIS FACE AND HIS FACE LOOKED LIKE THE MASK!!!
[I’m not sure how to post this one, as it was a 3D post, using Facebook’s new 3D functionality. To create it I built some elements in Blender, Photoshop, etc. and then dropped it into an online program that let you export in the correct format for Facebook to ingest. Anyway, I’ll just link it here, if you can’t see it, who cares]
SPOOKTOBER STORY #30:
just a ghost again
SPOOKTOBER STORY #29:
a zombie but really old and wrapped up
SPOOKTOBER STORY #28:
uhhh a zombie