hellooooo here's my fourth (and last) halloween story of this year. sorry it's a day late; i was having trouble logging in to weebly. also, i went to a halloween party last night. it sucked but here's my costume i was a vampire. i thrifted the dress it was 15 dolllars and it had a red chiffon skirt with more velvet detailing
okay here's the story i brought back some old characters but i changed the sprit of Autumn's name so it wouldn't be so boring It was a dark and stormy night. The moon was high in the sky. Two days until Halloween. Tobias sniffed the night air as he padded along the path; he felt he would never get tired of the smell of autumn wind. Speaking of Autumn, Orla floated right beside him, walking on air, her red-brown hair floating around the tree-branch antlers that adorned her head. Tobias looked up. They had almost reached their destination: a huge black gothic Victorian that perched on the edge of a craggy sea cliff. The spirit of Autumn and the spirit of Halloween were paying a call on Scare and Pleasure, the immortal vampire-witch duo, overseers of jumpscares and Halloween parties. “Why do we have to walk?” asked Tobias. “You can fly, and turn into the wind and float on the breeze to wherever you want to go. Couldn’t we just do that?” “It’s a matter of respect, I think,” said Orla. “To show that we are actually committed to being here, we have to make the pilgrimage, I suppose.” This didn’t make a whole lot of sense to Tobias, but he knew enough not to question the archaic Autumn traditions that Orla followed religiously. Tobias was just grateful to be out and about; this near Halloween, his powers were growing. He was excited for Halloween night, where he would fly across the moon all the way to Alaska, his retreat until mid-August, where Orla would come and fetch him and they would begin preparations- turning leaves orange, ripening pumpkins, etc. Tobias, lost in his reverie, almost didn’t notice when him and Orla had reached the huge wooden door. It looked like a chocolate bar to Tobias, with a human-head door knocker in the center. Orla stepped forward, took hold of the handle, and knocked. As soon as the handle hit the metal again, the face’s mouth fell open and blood poured out. Orla winced. “Distasteful,” she murmured. Suddenly, the doors creaked open and a small goblin peeked out. “Hello,” it said. “Hello,” responded Orla in a cheerful but businesslike voice. “I’m here to visit Scare and Pleasure.” “And w-who may is say is calling?” “Orla Fomhar Duilleoga Oráiste, spirit of Autumn, and Tobias of the Pumpkin Path, spirit of Halloween.” The goblin scurried off, and Orla turned to grin at Tobias. “Like the new official title, Mr. Of the Pumpkin Patch?” Tobias flicked his tail in agreement. The doors opened once again, and the goblin reappeared. “Madam Scare and Lordess Pleasure will see you now.” It opened the doors so the two spirits could come in. “Wipe your feet, please,” said the goblin. Orla and Tobias complied, and then followed the goblin through an ebony-panelled hallway where candelabras jumped out at them and severed heads sang. Tobias shuddered when one of them came a little too close and he could feel its icy breath on his neck. Orla almost stepped on a ghostly rodent as it skittered from one mouse hole to another. They emerged into an empty drawing room, full of blood-stains, cobwebs, and strange things floating in jars of green liquid. There was a fire blazing in the hearth, over which hung an unusually large crow skull. Tobias looked around; where were their hosts? All of a sudden, the fire blazed green, and the face of an old woman appeared in it. Then came the arms and neck, as the old crone hoisted herself out of the fireplace. She was small, hunched and withered, with one eye larger than the other and straggly grey hair. She dressed in rags, severed limbs poking out of the folds of her clothing. “Ah, Autumn,” she said, in a surprisingly loud voice. “You left me no time to clean myself up.” She twirled on the spot, seeming to flash in and out of presence, and in between flashes, Tobias could have sworn that he saw the faces of several horror movie villains and victims. Finally, the form the woman landed on was that of Drew Barrymore at the beginning of Scream, but for some reason wearing a bloodstained wedding dress. “Sit,” she said in the voice of the old woman, pouring something the color of blood ot of a fine bone china teapot into matching cups. Orla obliged, although still she floated a few inches of the surface of the sofa, as usual. Tobias leapt up next to her and sat alert, waiting. Orla took a cup and began to sip politely. Madam Scare (for that’s who she was) muttered indistincly to herself, then yelled out, “Pleasure! We have guests!” A dramatic groan sounded from the top of the spiral staircase, fixing Tobias’ attention to the stairway. Lordess Pleasure was sliding upside down, on their back down the railing of the stairs. “So dramatic,” said Madam Scare in a stage whisper. Orla winked. Lordess Pleasure stood up as they reached the end of the staircase. They were dressed in a sheer red robe with huge fur-trimmed sleeves and a trailing train. Their black hair was in a short, marcel wave-esque style. When they smiled, Tobias saw their fangs, still dripping with blood, and they waved hello with black-clawed fingers. They sprawled out on a chaise longue and looked over at Orla expectantly. “Ahem,” she began. “I assume you both know why I’m here. The annual visit and whatnot.” “Indeed,” said Lordess Pleasure. “Well, as of every year, there are some things we need to address. First, good job with the horror mazes. I think people seem to be getting a kick out of them. Pleasure, the sexy costumes- I mean, do what you wish, but some of them are getting quite boring. Also, I would like it if you could tone down the attractive murderers in movies a bit, since it’s slightly problematic.” Pleasure began to protest, but Orla plowed on. “Now, I’m not telling you to stop completely, just tone it down. Fear- a few less remakes, a few more new horror movies. I think that’s all. This has been a lovely visit, but we really must be going. Thank you!” Orla stood up to leave, and Tobias followed suit. They walked back through the hallway and all the way down to the base of the mountain. “That was a bit anticlimactic,” laughed Orla. FIN
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