Scary Halloween Stories

Scary Halloween Stories

Copyright © 2018 by Billy Wells

Published by Billy Wells at Smashwords

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This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Dedication

I dedicate this book to my brothers, Edward & Michael Pietrzyk.

Contents

Something in the Attic

The Party

The Ripper

Red Hats Masquerade Ball

Something in the House

Masquerade

The Vampire Club

Viral

Something in the Sky

Black As Night

About Billy Wells

Reviews in Today’s World

Other Books By Billy Wells

Something in the Attic

It was Halloween, Norma's favorite day of the whole year. She couldn't wait for the night to come when there would be magic in the air. Tonight would even be more special since her parents said there would be a full moon. She loved to see all the scary costumes, and she couldn't wait to snack on all the goodies after the tide of trick or treaters stopped coming.

Her parents had gone shopping, and she had nothing else to do but go to the attic and find the costume she would wear tonight.

Reaching the top of the stairs, she saw a group of boxes near the window with the words HALLOWEEN written in black Magic Marker. As she moved closer to them, the ceiling became lower, and she had to crouch to avoid hitting her head on the rafters. Several dead wasps littered the top of the insulation on the floor.

As she started to pull down the carton of Halloween paraphernalia, she noticed the familiar, but weird black box covered in a strange fabric labeled GRANDMA HECATE beside it. Just like last year, the strange box intrigued her, and since it was only early afternoon, she decided to rummage through it before selecting her Halloween costume.

Grandma Hecate had passed away five years before when Norma was only eight years old. For most of her life, Grandma had lived in a small cottage at the edge of the swamps in Louisiana. When she became too senile to care for herself, she had moved in with them in New Orleans. Norma remembered all the wonderful presents Grandma had given her when she was a little girl. She also recalled how Grandma always smelled like cinnamon when she crawled up on her lap to listen to bedtime stories.

Inside the carton, she found a mishmash of souvenirs, old books, boxes of ancient photographs, and several Cabbage Patch dolls. And like last year, she picked up the old diary with yellow, brittle pages and opened it.

Norma knew the diary had belonged to her great, great, great, great Grandma Priscilla, who her mother said the Puritans burned at the stake during the Salem witch trials. Grandma Hecate had told her scary stories about what happened to their beloved ancestor over three hundred years ago. She said it was a terrible time in American history and very traumatic for our family.

This strange black book always fascinated Norma. She had never seen anything like it. Turning the yellow pages that had come loose from their binding, she marveled at the Satanic passages her Grandma said were incantations to various goblins and demons. Much of the writing written in dark red ink looked like blood. She remembered reading some of the passages when she came to the attic last year for her Halloween costume.

Putting Priscilla’s book aside, Norma noticed a small ragged volume tucked vertically between the other books. Pulling it free in a cloud of dust, she began to browse through it. The condition of this coverless book was much worse than the others. The pages were even more dog-eared and had turned almost orange in color. She immediately assumed it was even older than the black book that dated back to the late seventeenth century. On the top of the first page, someone had written, To Hecate, for your eyes only. Simon.

Norma didn't remember seeing this book before and began reading the first page with great interest. After reading a few more pages, a strange feeling came over her. When she tried to get up, she lapsed into unconsciousness and slumped to the floor.

* * *

When Norma awakened several hours later, she found herself dazed and disoriented with her head resting against the box of Grandma's Hecate belongings. Night had fallen and turning to look outside, she saw the full moon framed in the window and gasped. She’d never experienced such an odd feeling. She wondered if she’d had an allergic reaction to something in the attic. Had a wasp stung her?

Immediately, she placed the old book on the floor, and struggling to her feet in a stupor, she scurried down the stairs in a panic.

This was unbelievable, she thought. She had somehow fallen asleep and had not done one thing her parents had asked her to do to prepare for Halloween, the most important night of the year.

Racing to the cupboard, she grabbed several bags of candy. The kitchen clock read 8:05. She grimaced at the thought she may have missed the entire parade of trick-or-treaters. Most parents would not allow their children to beg for candy much later than eight o’clock in this neighborhood.

Norma trudged out on the front porch dejected and disappointed. She doubted anyone would come this late, but then, to her surprise, a diminutive zombie dressed like something from the Walking Dead TV show shambled up to the picket fence. A shorter monster wearing a Freddie Krueger costume, complete with plastic knives on his fingers and a fedora hat, stood beside him ready to spring into the yard.

As the zombie started to pull the catch to open the gate, both monsters spotted Norma sitting in the shadows and froze in their tracks. The zombie withdrew his hand like he’d touched a hot potato, and the two of them ran screaming down the street.

Norma couldn't understand what had happened. Then, looking down at what she was wearing, she realized she had forgotten to put on her Alice in Wonderland costume. It was the best one she had to lure unsuspecting humans right into her mole-covered hands. She’d gone to the attic to get it but forgot to put it on. She had never blundered so badly. The two children who had come to the gate had seen her real face, which, understandably, had scared them out of their wits.

Suddenly, over the rooftops, Norma saw two shadows fly across the moon. She felt a sudden chill in the air and detected the faint smell of brimstone. Then, she heard the familiar voice of her father as her parents swooped down in the front yard and dismounted their broomsticks.

Her mind seemed cloudy as she gathered her thoughts to speak, but before she could utter a word, her mother asked excitedly, How many trick-or-treaters did you lure into the torture chamber for next year’s meal program?

Norma continued to sit there looking into space and said nothing.

Well, how many? her father barked.

None, Norma said blankly.

None?’ her father shrieked, slamming his chainsaw and hatchet down on the front porch, I told you not to drink so much of that brew for lunch. You know how much it mellows you. You've squandered the most important night of the year.

His face reddened as he stood fuming and waited for an explanation for Norma’s lack of follow-through. When she still didn’t respond, he continued to rant, I can't get over the way you teenagers let so many golden opportunities slip by to make something of yourselves. This was your chance to put your name on the leader board, and what did you do? Zero kills on Halloween. Pathetic. Worse than pathetic.

I’m sorry, Dad. I found two dog-eared books in the attic, which sidetracked me. I think one belonged to Great, Great, Great, Great Grandma Priscilla from 1683, and the other belonged to Grandma Hecate, at least someone had written her name on the inside cover. When I started reading, a strange feeling came over me, and I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, it was dark, I felt woozy, and my head was spinning.

I told you the brew was potent. It contains eye of newt, her mother piped in as a black cat crossed their paths.

I don’t know, Mother. Norma said perplexed, I’ve been drinking your brew every Halloween, but it never made me feel like this.

Well, don't worry, darling, the old hag croaked, "We bagged enough of the annoying little creeps on the playground right before school closed