A spine-tingling collection of bloodcurdling microfiction inspired by the "30 Days of Spooky Tales" prompts offered up by the @adultfiction, @ChickLit, @MicroBytes and @Paranormal profiles.
Eerie whispers to the left of me, memories to the right. They skitter out of the fog, pittering and pattering and chanting their gibberish incantations.
"Taert ro kcirt! Taert ro kcirt!" It bores into my eardrums.
Children with no skin; dancing bones, miniature yipping werewolves, screeching knee-high witches, silky white ghosts with abyssal eyes and clones and clones and clones of pint-sized Frankenstein's monsters, all darting in and out of the fog, hounding me with their rallying call.
"Taert ro kcirt! Taert ro kcirt!" Why won't they stop? What do they want from me?
"Leave me be!" The words come out muffled, smothered, deadened, in the pea-soupy air.
Each of them carries a pouch. Perhaps they are collecting fingers? Tongues? Warm and throbbing organs?
Where have all the innocent summer children gone?
They surround me, three feet tall and grotesque. "Taert ro kcirt! Taert ro kcirt!" I go to swat them aside—I need to get home and lock the door tight—and the moon, full as a bin lid, breaks through, and everything is revealed by its harsh silver light.
Straitjacket? Why am I in a straitjacket?
Gleefully, they shovel pill-sized treats down my throat.
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