An army to the east and another to the west
That made his position in the middle very problematic
The command had told him to flee and save as many of his troops as he could
And that was tempting, but this was the small town his wife had grown up in
Couldn’t leave her family and friends to become at most a footnote in history
Knowing it was futile, he gave the order to charge. Maybe it would give them enough time to escape.
Palpitations made him stop in his tracks
Until his heart began to beat normally
Listening, he could hear others fleeing to the north
So he continued fleeing eastward and hoped his pursuers would go in that direction
Except hope was extinguished when a slug ripped through his chest
Finding the darkness settling into his soul
Everything began to slow except his heartbeat
Animalistic screams escaped his tightening throat
Reaching up on tiptoes toward the full moon the transformation was complete
So what if he was hungry?
No one cared, no matter how much he bitched and moaned
And yet he expected her to do something about it
Couldn’t he tell she was hungry as well, and when she was hungry she became a monster.
Kettle was soon bubbling, releasing yummy smells into the air. She was gonna eat well tonight, she was!
Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late
She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern
Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage
Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides
After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished
Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow
Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him
Notching her knife with a file, Katy smiled
It would make sure the slice would catch right there
Causing her to pause in her butchery
Knowing she wanted to savor Jim’s demise and not make it go by too quickly
Songs rang through the night, raising everyone’s spirits
It made the darkness come alive with magical moments
No one was ever going to forget it for the rest of their lives
Given that the ghosts were slaughtering all those that lived, their memories didn’t have to last for long.
When the ground opened up, it swallowed the entire town.
How could such a thing happen without any warning?
Oh, and the hole kept getting bigger and bigger
Leaving an ever-growing scar across the landscape
Everyone was horrified as they turned the next page of Stephen King’s newest book
Closed off and hurting, licking his wounds
As guards paraded around the bars like small moons orbiting him
Gideon smiled, wiping away the blood from his nose
Everyone thought he was doomed to die at sunrise
Didn’t understand he needed to be close, that he allowed himself to be captured… Their screams started
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