Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Halloween in Jerkwater - 1932, By Carol Gill

There were two of them. None of the other kids knew who they were, but then again, they couldn’t tell who anyone really was.

The costumes weren’t much for any of the kids. There was a depression going on and people just couldn’t spend on things like that. So, the children wore whatever was at hand, like potato sacks with the eyes cut out.

There were a lot of ghosts in other words.

Suddenly two more little ghosts just seemed to appear from nowhere.

There were a heck of a lot of kids out then and some of the children were curious about the two they didn’t seem to recognize.

Joanie Myles kept stopping the two little ghosts.

“Say, who are you? Do you go to school here? I just don’t know who you are.”

Joanie was only 10.

One of the ghosts said for her to can it and mind her own business.

Joanie didn’t think much of it. In fact, she only waved him off and said if he was going to be silly and not say who he was then she didn’t care.

She never heard the other ghost suggest plugging the kid to keep her quiet.

Eventually, she disappeared into the crowd of children and left the two unidentified ghosts on their own.

They were glad she was gone. That was the last god damned thing they needed — a nosey kid.

Whereas the other children were targeting every house there was, these two ghosts were real particular. It seemed as if they were looking for something special.

The truth was they were.

“Over there, see?”

One of them pointed toward a fine old Victorian house with turrets and a big wraparound porch.

“Let’s go and take a look.”

They hurried over to look inside. The lights were on all over the place and they could see two old ladies. One of them was reading and the other was running back and forth from the kitchen saying how the cookies were almost ready.

The other asked if the money was ready too.

“Money.” The little ghosts nodded toward one another.

A whole pack of children began to descend on the house then, just as the two little ghosties fled from sight.

Sure enough, the children were calling on these two ladies for their Halloween treats.

Though there were mainly ghosts, there were some witches and goblins too, with a few other things which kind of were stupid looking but the old ladies made a fuss over them anyway.

“Why don’t you look adorable!”

“Trick or treat!”

The second old lady appeared and clapped her hands childishly. “I just love when you say that, children! Don’t you love that, Alice?”

“Yes I do,” her sister replied. “We shall indeed give you lovely children some cookies and pennies too, but tell us - though I dread asking,” she laughed. “What would your trick be if we hadn’t a treat?”

The children began to confer then, whispering and shrugging. It was obvious they wouldn’t have done anything, although one boy called out, “We’d throw flour all over your house!”

“Oh goodness, would you really? Why that’s awful. Isn’t that awful sister?”

Sister agreed; it was awful.

Meanwhile, the two strange ghosts that were still hiding began cursing under their breath – their voices a bit deep.

“Well here you are children. Some cookies I baked.”

The children thanked her. “Wow, we never get anything like that!”

The other sister opened her purse. “Here are some pennies too, children.”

They left eventually and the door was closed.

After the group of children walked by, the two ghosts came out of hiding.



They rang the bell but they didn’t say, ‘ trick or treat.’ Instead, when the door opened, they just stood there looking around at all the rich furnishings.

The kindly woman smiled at them and asked teasingly, “Aren’t you going to say anything? Cat got your tongue?”

The two little ghosts just sighed; they had already spotted the purse.

Since neither of them said anything and it was cold, the sisters ushered them inside. It was when they were inside that they said: “Trick or treat!”

They were each given cookies and one of the sisters asked, “What would your trick have been children?”

One of the ghosts produced a razor and cut her throat, turning quickly to finish the sister off. He did so expertly, avoiding most of the blood.

“Grab whatever you see. I’ll get the dough; we’ll clean up before we leave.”

Al and Hank had been employed as midgets in circus sideshows for years. Halloween was always a special time for them. It made up for all the shit they took, and all the pointing and cruelty.

Each had grown up in various mental institutions. Al had a police record but he wasn’t wanted again - not yet.

Their car was where they left it.

“Let’s drive the fuck outta this jerkwater town.”

“Yeah,” Al said. “And maybe we can get laid too; have us a real special Halloween.”


In 2000 Carole was selected by North West Playwrights of England for further development. It was an invaluable experience but Carole found she prefers to write fiction.

She loves to scare herself and others and is widely published in horror and sci-fi anthologies, although horror is her true love.

Her gothic horror novel, The House on Blackstone Moor published in 2010 by Vamplit is her first novel.

The sequel, Unholy Testament will be published by Vamplit later this year.

She can be found at her website or Facebook.


farawayeyes said...

Another good one Draven, and this lady looks nice also.

I guess everyone is busy with Nanowrimo. Just taking a break for lunch and browsing around.

Gotta get back, the ghosts are calling. Wachawriting?

Draven Ames said...

Why thank you for stopping by to read it. She did do a great job with this little piece, didn't she?

Draven Ames said...

I'm writing a scary story right now. I'm not sure if it will enter NaNoWriMo or not, but we will see.

Anonymous said...

thanks Draven and thank farawayeyes
Delighted to be here.

Anonymous said...

Good. (:

farawayeyes said...

Looking forward to reading one of your. Come on do NaNo. Be my Buddy. Find me at Far Away Eyes. It will be fun.

M Pax said...

A great piece of fiction to publish, Draven.

Enjoyed the Halloween tale, Carole.

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

Thanks for the follow and comment, Draven. It is very reassuring that someone with your expertise feels the same.

I'm honored to be your newest follower. I see I'll learn about many amazing writers and their work.

Draven Ames said...

Interweb - Thanks for reading and stopping by.

Farand - I am thinking about it. I have a lot on my plate right now, but we'll see.

M Pax - I read through a bunch of Carole's stories and published the best she had. Glad you enjoyed.

Rawk - I just don't know about rushing to hit 50,000 words... I know it works for some people, though. There won't be as many new posts this month, with NaNo underway, but I like to spotlight others. Would you like to try your hand at a scary story?

Stina Lindenblatt said...

Okay, that was scary. I'm glad I read it AFTER Halloween. ;)

Amie Kaufman said...

Ha, I was going to say the same thing as Stina -- glad I read it after Halloween, or I'd have been pretending I wasn't home!

Michael Offutt said...

Eeep... you do love horror, don't you? I'm glad I read this during the day.

Draven Ames said...

Stina - Thanks for the read. Sorry it was posted a little late.

Amie - Exactly. Who want's to answer the door for a ghost now?

Michael - I do. Why, would you like to write something for the blog? I'd love to continue the scary stories.

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

Hi Draven,
I'm honored you'd ask. A scary story, hmm? That would be a stretch for me, but I like a challenge. Let me think about it. Thanks.

Pat Tillett said...

that was good and had a great ending! I expected the robbery, but not the throat slashing...

Regge Ridgway said...

Great story. Always wondered if midgets went trick or treating.