You Ready To Party?

A word of warning. I’ll be posting horror all week.

Reader discretion is advised.

If you’re still here, welcome to Halloween Week!

“Halloween only comes once a year man, I had to get the costume right,” explained Will, buffing the insignia on his mustard yellow shirt.
Leonard wasn’t impressed. He despised tardiness. His pressed, Star Trek original series science officer uniform had taken approximately two minutes to be fitted with an additional minute spent adjusting his hair.Β “We are late; really late.” He checked his phone for the fifth time since leaving the car. “They did say the party was in De Witt’s Clearing, right?”
“Yeah, that’s what Jeff said. Look, the bonfires lit, it’s all good.”
“Okay, well, where is everyone then?”
The lack of noisy university students only now coming to the attention of Will.
They headed along the well worn path to the tree line that enclosed the clearing.
“Damn it!” Will shouted, suddenly spinning and brushing erracticly at his chest.
“What is it?” Leonard responded, panicked.
“I thought it was a spider or something.” He studied the dime sized mark with disgust. “Oh, that’s definitely going to stain.”
Leonard shot him a derisive look. “Seriously though, what is it?”
Leonard leant in closer to examine. The dark spot on Wills shirt was joined by another, then another, each raining down from above.
Slowly, they looked up in unison. Leonard froze. Wills face contorted into an uncanny replication of the classic scream mask. He stumbled backwards, landing hard, but not hard enough to dislodge his slack jawed expression.
“There are bodies hanging in the trees,” he manages to splutter.
The loose arms dangle in the breeze like limp branches, barely discernible from the trees that contained them.
“Shit! There’s like thirty of them up there.” Leonard squints, focusing on the nearest body. “Will, look, their faces are missing.” He steps forward, fascinated by the discovery.
“Holy shit! That’s Jeff right there!”
Leonard tracks the path of Will’s quivering index finger to a faceless mass ten yards away.
“They have no faces, how can you even tell?”
“That’s definitely his letterman. He never takes it off.”
Leonard darts a glance at a suspicious rustle nearby. “One person couldn’t have killed them all.” He says, thinking out loud.
“And string them up by their fucking feet. It’s gotta be aliens man, or weird hillbillies, or really smart zombies or something.” Will adds, clearly one snapped twig away from insanity.
“Okay,” Leonard says calmly. “I don’t think we should stand around. Let’s get out of here before whatever did this comes back.”
“Hey guys! You’re late, really late.” The familiar voice echoes around the confines of the clearing. Headed directly towards them, flanked by two dozen of De Witt U’s brightest, is a cool, dead eyed, jacketless Jeff. “You guys ready to party?”


Happy Halloween to all!

And to all a good night!

18 thoughts on “You Ready To Party?

    1. Thank you. I was a little out if practice with horror so it’s nice to get a bit of positive feedback.
      Nice to see you around πŸ‘ everything been okay with you?

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      1. You’re welcome! I think you did a great job! πŸ™‚ I’ve been okay. Just a bit busy for a while so poetry took a backseat. I’m trying to get back into it now.

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      2. Thanks again.
        Happy to hear and glad to have you back. I can’t deny that I’d been wondering what had happened.
        Merry Christmas Stephen πŸŽ„

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