“Do you like chocolate? Well, they do too.It sweetens the blood of greedy little hogs.Eat candy at bedtime and they’ll come for you.You can’t hide from the Lollywogs.”Scotty glared at his dad. “Nice try, Dad. There’s no such thing as Lollywogs.”Scotty’s dad had been reciting that tired old poem every Halloween for as long as Scotty could remember. It scared him when he was little, sure, but he was eleven-and-a-half now.“Besides,” Scotty said, holding up the candy from his plastic Jack-o-lantern bucket. “It’s one Tootsie Roll. Eating one Tootsie Roll doesn’t make me a greedy little hog.”
You should probably keep your eye on that kid at the playground… not that it’ll matter.
Tonight’s tale of terror is brought you you by Matt Roberts. Go read Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better over on 13 Stories Til Halloween!
She was a cute girl, wearing a pretty blue dress, had long blonde hair pulled up into pigtails, and she was scooping sand into a bucket with a little plastic shovel.
The pressure in Phillip’s head grew and the sound of the playground started to slip away.
Another creeptastic bedtime story is up over on 13 Stories Til Halloween!
Each memory flickered by like an old, spinning zoetrope. These rare moments, these crushing memory-laden moments, paralyzed and utterly defeated him in every way. He lay fetal, suffering each terrible image as it bathed his mind in its ghastly fluorescent light. Time could not be measured within the moment, but soon after, the clock would speak in terms of hours. The dazed recovery would be slow, but Marten Köhler would return to the world around him, mop the cold sweat, and return to his self-imposed imprisonment. Again and again.
Knock, knock! Someone is at your door! You ready for tonight’s creeptastic tale? Go read The Stranger by Jamie Lee Scott!
The house was supposed to be finished by August, yet there I was, in September, sitting on the floor in what would eventually be our dining room, using a crowbar and hammer to pull up six layers of flooring, and remove nails. My husband, Chet, and I had spent months pounding away at the plaster and latticework on the old walls, gutting the house down to the studs, so we could remove the outdated, and dangerous wiring. The electrician had finally installed new wiring, and we had electricity and lights, so I could work after dark.