50 Halloween Stories #1
I think I'll sort of cheat with the first one and reprint a story from the early days of 100 Words. I was actually thinking of fleshing this one out, so I might do that.
Who You Gonna Call?
The frightful noises that came from that house could rattle oneís brain. Always the screams and wails and then the dead animals on the porch in the morning.
They held a town meeting and decided to burn the place down.
I told them to just leave it be, stay away. But nobody listens to a 98 year old man. Nobody.
They went in, all torches and pitchforks, like a gang of hillbilly Ghostbusters. Not a one came out. And now the only things left breathing in this town are that house and myself.
Me, I ainít afraid of no ghosts.