Casey was
not afraid of ghost. But, every night
when she walked home she had to pass the City Cemetery and the thought of all
those hundreds of putrefying bodies buried just a few feet away creeped her
out.
Can a child
die from fright, from his own…imagination?
‘Johnny,
there is no monster under the bed. I
just looked.’
‘Yes, but
Dad, he isn’t there until you leave!’
Molly is
blind. Her parents don’t believe her
when she says that for the past two nights there has been tapping at her window
and a voice whispers ‘Please let me in.’
Her mom says it is just wind and
rain; but Molly doesn’t think so.
Tonight she will leave the window open.
How hungry
do you have to be to eat the flesh of another human being? Some might call it cannibalism, but I call it
survival.
I knew
grandma was dead when I opened the front door, but I still called her name as I
climbed the stairs. Outside her bedroom
door I hesitated; I put my hand on the knob, but couldn’t turn it: that smell
Three days till Halloween
the Ol'Buzzard
use it you want. You are welcome.O'B
