It was just another Halloween night for the monsters gathered around the poker table. Vinny, a grey werewolf, dealt the cards with a sigh, only for the others to roll their eyes.
"Every year it's the same damned thing. We sit in here playing poker like a bunch of losers. It ain't right," he complained for the umpteenth time.
"Okay, Vinny, what do you expect us to do then?" the brunette vampire drawled in her svelte yet sultry voice. Vinny cast a sideways glance at her but shook his head, not wanting to start a fight.
"Ya know what, Elizabeth? I'm not letting you goad me into your little games this year." He huffed under his breath, picking up his cards, but Liz only managed to smirk maliciously.
"We'll see Vin..."
He let a nasty growl rip through his throat, snapping his jaws at the onyx haired bloodsucker, the rest of the company snickering at their antics.
"Well, we gotta wrap this up quick peeps. I got some scares set up tonight and I gotta buzz outta here soon." A translucent silhouette of an old man floated near the table. His cheeks hollowed out, eye sockets protruding noticeably with his thin lips stretched into an eerie smile.
"I've seen puppies scarier than you, old geezer. Sit down and finish the round."
"Oh, shut it, you overgrown roll of toilet paper," the poltergeist bit back with a sneer
Vinny grunted at their antics and looked around the table; they were a bunch of washed out creepers.
A thought popped into his head suddenly.
"Why don't we have a Scare Contest! We can go out and scare the living crap out of people. Whoever has the most scares wins!"
His excited puppy-like way gave pause to everyone else.
"You're not serious are you?" the millennia-old mummy breathed skeptically.
"I'm in, better than this boring game." Liz threw in and the wave of shrugs and hesitant acceptance followed.
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"Okay, who's up first?"
Everyone seemed hesitant so Vinny volunteered to go first. Vinny sprinted full speed ahead towards a young couple lying in the grass, toppling the man over. The gigantic wolf slobbered and drooled onto the young couple, hopping excitedly like a young pup. Both humans crawled away from the massive beast, either whimpering in fright or screaming. In their terror, they crashed into what seemed to be a tall womanly figure. It leaned down towards them, eyes gleaming a crimson red while its sharp elongated fangs glistened.
"Is my little pet bothering you?" Liz smiled, her tongue peeking out to toy against the top of a sharp fang.
Vinny, now up on his hind legs, growled louder at the vampire. The cheating wench stole his scare! He was about to dig his claws into her when the old poltergeist popped in out of the blue.
"Tsk tsk now, you're both upsetting our guests." He gestured towards the humans, the man staring unbelievingly at the three monsters while his companion shook where she sat.
"But...bu-but Jim! She stole my scare!" The oversized pup pouted with a glare thrown at the vampire
"I did no such thing you big goof," she sneered. They bickered back and forth like children.
Jim rolled his eyes with a sigh. "I shoulda stuck with the old bag of dust. At least he's old enough not to act like a kid, damn it."
"Hey! Who you callin' an old bag of dust? At least I still have my body you floating fart," choked out the mummy as it appeared next to Vinny, slapping him across the head.
"Now that y'all shut up at last, whadda' we do with these guys?" Jim gestured towards the passed out couple below them
"Eh," Liz shrugged indifferently "Just leave 'em here. They'll wake up on their own," she suggested, examining her nails closely.
"So...back to the poker game then?" piped in the mummy, exhaling dust and ash.
Jimmy waved his arms around fanning the dust away from him "Yeah, let's go, sure. Beats waiting for those two to wake up."
"I'm dealing," the raven haired vampire spoke up as they retreated back to their poker game.
"No, you're not! I was dealing! You dealt last year and we all know how that ended!" Vinny objected only for Liz to frown, offended
"I was not cheating you lump of fur."
"Yes, you were."
"I was not!"
"Yes you were!"
"Was no-"
"Enough you two! Honestly I don't know why I keep showing up every year." Jim grunted as if scolding two children.
"Sorry, Jimmy," both uttered, glaring at each other as they made their way home. The clock ticking closer to midnight...
------------------Red.Devil, @RedDevil6, or more simply known as Red or ℜℰⅅⅅϒ, is Satan's 13th incarnate. She's not quite a she but not really a he either. Currently A third year Pharmaceuticals Major, she can speak four languages fluently. Her favorite bands range from Shinedown, Disturbed and Staind to Cradle of Filth and Gorgoroth (usually playing in the background in her play room). Currently she teaches the dark arts at an after school center to young impressionable teens.
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