“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.”
Tonight’s creeptastic story is White Figure by Cerridwen Williams. She’s one of 13 Stories ‘Til Halloween’s youngest talents this season, and we know you’ll love her debut story as much as we do!
It was darker than dark that night. Andrea was home alone.
Up next on the 13 Stories ‘Til Halloween short story countdown to Halloween is The Light Show by Jolene Mottern!
On the fortieth day, The Water no longer rushed through the streets. The Water hadn’t receded completely, but held steady around the eighth story and The People tried to accept that everything below had been washed away. As they had every morning since the seas swallowed the shores, The People in the tallest buildings took to the rooftops to find solace in the sunrise, but only briefly, as they continued to survey the damage and tally their losses.The quiet of early morning was the only peace The People had. A few short hours after dawn, the violence, the screaming and the keening would begin again. The People grew only hungrier and more panicked as the day went on.
A chill wind swept across the water as Ed adjusted his fishing poles. “Become a wildlife forensics specialist they said. It’s a cool sounding job title and you get out in the sun they said,” he grumbled as he crossed the small ship’s deck. “What they don’t tell you…” he continued talking to himself “…is that when there is a missing person on open water, the Wildlife Forensics expert has to fish up the local wild life and cut them open to see if you can find any people bits in them. And because that is so nasty, people think you are crazy and you start talking to yourself.” Making sure the last rod was secure, Ed shuffled into the wheelhouse to make some coffee.