Halloween 2014 - Deadend Cemetery

The big boys made Timmy do it. Right after taunting him for his lame "bed-sheet ghost" costume, they told him (lied to him) that they were giving away really good treats at Deadend Cemetery. "Go there alone for a special treat...", they said. So he did.





He almost walked right into the barbed wire fence that emerged out of the unexplainable fog as he inched his way toward the Cemetery's front gate. It was dark and he couldn't see much.  

"Trick...or...treat...?" whispered the small boy into the chill.


And suddenly the Cemetery came to life... 








 
...an evil-looking pumpkin-headed figure rose out of the leafy ground, menacing smile and glowing red eyes fixed on Timmy...





...a rustling sound on the other side of the fence drew his eyes to the nearest grave, where a rotting figure was clawing its way through the maple carpet...

 

...movement to his left, and a single hand punched its way up out of the ground...










...swooping phantoms dove from the sky, howling with rage...

...a coiled cobra hissed its warning...

...a giant rat, with teeth bared, prepared to pounce...











...a tiny person...a baby...no, a were-baby, looked up from where it had been gnawing on something and let out a tiny ferocious growl...










...hinges creaked, and a single skeleton pushed open an uprooted casket...
















...and when Timmy, tiny, solitary Timmy, turned to run - a giant spider lunged toward him, riveting him in place, frozen with terror!

Out of the fog, a man (?) emerged, giant eyes peeking out from under his cap, a lantern in his hand.


"WHO'S THERE?" he demanded.





Timmy, stuttered out a second "Trick...or...treat...?"

And this time the man looked his way and held up the lantern...

"HOLY SHIT! IT'S A G-G-G-G-HOST!!!!" he screamed, before dropping his lantern and fleeing back into the murky depths of Deadend Cemetery.

Timmy stood there in stunned disbelief for several minutes. The cemetery went silent, and finally the small boy turned for home.

On his way, he saw the big boys again. He lifted his lame little bed-sheet ghost costume, mooned them, and said "there's your special treat, stupid jerks" (using a regular-sized font instead of the tiny font that he used to use, back when he was scared of things).