All Souls Day 2017

It’s been 24 hours since the first story. 

Never an easy task. 

But Kyle and I want to thank all of you for taking this ride with us. 

It’s not an easy tradition but one that strengthens us as creators. 

Hope everyone had a fun and safe Halloween. 

See you next year. 

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Hour 24: Cindy (by Kyle Willis)

Seventeen years of dreaming, slashed to an end by the simple constant that is time. 

Cindy locked eyes with Jake on their first day of freshman year, and spent every day since exacting her plan to walk into the Senior Prom on his arm.

 She wasn’t allowed to date, not even allowed to be outside of her home after nightfall. She’d begged her godmother for the chance to attend that grand party with all of her peers whom she cared nothing of except for Jake.

 After four years of hesitation, Cindy’s godmother finally buckled to her pleas, on the condition would be home in her bed before midnight.

 This had everything to do with the attacks that had been increasing over the years. In the night at its darkest, limbs were being torn and flesh was being shredded by some unseen creature. Bigger than anything spotlighted on National Geographic.

 Cindy had dreaded the end of the night almost enough to completely lose all opportunity to enjoy any of its passing hours.

 The deejay announced the final dance and Cindy and Jake embraced, staring into each other’s eyes longingly. They hadn’t yet kissed, but Cindy sure it would happen only if time were on her side.

 Cindy peered over Jack’s shoulder and could see Alex Wagner’s Rolex at the small of Annie Packerman’s back. Three minutes to midnight.

 Cindy bit her lip and apologized to Jack, insisting she had to go home now. Without a kiss. Dammit.  

 Jack protested but Cindy knew she had to run. And she did. And Jack went after her.

 One of the plum strappy pumps Cindy had eyed in the window of Neiman’s flew off her foot as she jetted down the steps of the gymnasium, full speed toward the wooded shortcut across the way.  

 Jake followed.

 “Cindy! Wait, come back! Cindy!”

 Darkness enveloped the wood. Jack peered through the black for Cindy’s silver gown.

 “Cindy! Let me take you home!”

 “Go away, Jack! Get out of here!” Her plea was shrill and labored. “Go now!”

 “Let me take you—”

 Jack stopped in his tracks. In front of him lay Cindy’s gown. Split at every seam it had. A puddle of silver that represented a lifetime of ‘coulda-shoulda-woulda’.

 “Cindy–?”

 THWACK! Jake was knocked to the ground. His arm went warm, then wet, then numb. THWACK! His arm was gone.

 A creature bore with thistly black fur and standing nine feet tall had Jack on the ground at its mercy. Red eyes, hideous fangs.  

 Those red eyes. They had been blue just moments ago. Shrouded with wavy blond hair.  

 Cindy’s hair. Cindy’s eyes.

 Cindy’s appetite. Her protruding jaws clamped onto Jack’s throat. His lifeline flooded her throat, down to her swollen werewolf gut.  

 Midnight had come. Cindy had gone. Jack had lost.

 

Hour 23: Judgement Day

I open my eyes and the sky explodes.
I thought it would be bigger. It was more of a whimper than a bang.

It’s the end of the world and you can hear a whisper.

Everyone was wrong. There was no rapture, no aliens or zombies or world wide war.
It just started as a little spark. Tiny, really. Falling from a singular black cloud over the Pacific ocean.

Like God lit a cigarette and let the match fall.

The ocean caught fire. I think it was fire. It wasn’t hot though.

But it spread.
It spread to land, up mountains and slowly made its way to the sky.
The end of the world. I wasn’t even shocked. I always knew it would happen during my life time.
I mean, I hoped it wouldn’t, don’t get me wrong.

But here we are.
In a way it seems beautiful. Completely hopeless, but beautiful. Like those photographs you see of wars and violent protests.
There were no protests this time. No mass looting like you’d think.

It all went down like a horrible ballet. One spark in the ocean and society jerks and contorts like a Stravinsky firebird.

No pun intended.

If I had control over judgement day, I wouldn’t change anything.
Bright flames and ash falling – it’s peaceful, it’s quiet.

No one is screaming. I don’t hear crying. I don’t even see anyone else.

The end just slowly envelopes everything. Creeping along and leaving the void in it’s trail.
I’m just going to sit back, smoke this last cigarette, drop my match in the sea of flame like a god and wait.
I close my eyes.
I open my eyes and see nothing. Nothing at all. 

Hour 22: Airplane

He thought he’d be safe on the plane. 

No one could get him. No one could find him. 

When the plane bounced he knew it was just the wind. 

A nice peaceful flight going as far away as he could get. 

When he went to the bathroom the lights went out. 

It’s okay, he told himself, this happens. You’re safe. 

When he left the bathroom the cabin was cold and silent. 

All of the other passengers frozen and pale. 

You can’t escape us, Johnny. 

There is no hiding. 

He ran. 

Down the aisle towards the cockpit. 

He banged on the door. 

They’re not going to answer. 

They’re all dead, Johnny. You brought this on all of them. 

The plane tilted down. 

If you had just stayed with us, Johnny. 

If you had just stayed with us. 

Hour 21: Nightmares

She sold her nightmares to the funny old man in the alley.

He said he was giving her the best deal in the city, but she didn’t really care. She just wanted them gone. 

She just wanted a night of sleep without waking up in a cold sweat, heart pounding, and crying. 

She felt lighter that day, knowing her nightmares were gone. 

In bed, she sighed happily and closed her eyes and drifted off into peaceful sleep. 

A crash woke her up. 

Smashing glass and laughing from the living room. 

She fainted when she saw the giant man in the mask with the chainsaw. 

……

The man was happy to get rid of his nightmares. They’d plagued him long enough. 

“People don’t stick around long enough for the warning,” the old man said. “Nightmares are energy…if they can’t live in your head, who knows where they might end up.”

Hour 20: Bye-Bye 2

He bought the doll as a gift for his wife. 

She loved dolls…and he got a good price for this one. 

It scared him but he never really liked dolls anyways. 

“Bye-bye”

The doll said as he tossed it onto the front seat. 

“Yeah. Bye-bye ya creepy bastard.”

The sky was clear when he went into the antique store, but now the clouds were rolling in strong and it looked like a storm. 

“Bye-bye” the doll said. 

God, he thought, is it really that sensitive? I touch the breaks and the damn thing talks?

He drives slowly, the rain comes down sudden and hard. 

“Bye-bye” the doll says and lightning strikes a nearby telephone pole. 

“Holy shit! That was close!” His heart is racing and he just wants to be home. 

It’s getting harder to see through the rain. 

It sounds like stones pelting his car. 

He pulls over onto the side of the road, hoping the rain will stop soon. 

“Bye-bye” the doll says. 

“Would you shut the fuck up?”

He grabs the doll, looking for batteries that he can take out. 

“Bye-bye” the doll says. 

He hears thunder and something long and brassy, too. 

“Bye-bye” the doll says as a speeding semi smashes into his door. 

“Bye-bye” the doll says as his car flips over and over.

“Bye-bye” the doll says as his ribs break and pierce his lungs. 

“Bye-bye” the doll says as the clouds begin to part and sun shines again. 

Hour 19: Heartbeat

When Kathy woke up, she smelled.

Like, straight up stunk.

Like week old trash,

 

She showered 4 times, using all of her shampoo and soap.

But the stench got worse.

 

A day later the rashes showed up.

Huge bumps, and red streaks and the itching, Oh god the itching,

 

Kathy was going nuts.
She covered herself in oils, trying to stave off the stench and the itch.

 

But one scratch couldn’t hurt.
Could it?

Just a little scratch on her arm.

A little more.

Oh god it felt good.

She scratched both arms and her stomach and her breasts.

Harder and faster.

Blood was beading up on her skin but she couldn’t stop.

Her nails dug into her skin, the smell got worse.

 

She was putrid. Her arm was weak. The flesh dead.

She scratched at her leg.

Was that bite mark there before?
Was this part of the rash?

 

Her stomach rumbled and she threw up.

She screamed, ran her hands over her head, clumps of hair falling around her.

 

Clenching her fist she tried to wish it all away.

That’s when she noticed something.

Something that made everything…not okay…but less important.

The stench took a backburner in her mind.
The itch seemed less important.

 

Where was her pulse?
Why couldn’t she feel her pulse?

Hour 18: Like in the Movies

As the rope tightened around his neck he couldn’t help but give up.
He’d been running all night, hiding and crying and vomiting,
He was alone. The last one.
And now…hot breath on his neck, laughter, the stench of the death of his friends.

 

The rope tightens and he thought this kind of shit didn’t happen it real life.
It was for shitty Halloween movies and suspense flicks with Keanu Reeves.

 

His legs were throbbing and weak.
He struggled at first, trying to claw the rope away from his throat, but the man in the Halloween mask pulled tighter and tighter,

 

He thought he was in love once.
But she was dead now.

 

His vision blurs but there are sirens somewhere, Getting closer?

No. No sirens. Just the blood pounding in his ears.

 

This was it.
The end.
The last kill in the horror movie before the killer gets killed but comes back for the sequel.

 

This shit isn’t supposed to happen in real life.

Hour 17: Trick or Treat

It’s 11pm…
Do you know where your children are?

 

It’s Halloween…
Do you know where your children are?

 

They were out dressed as ghosts and goblins…
But they haven’t returned.

 

Are they warming the Patchwork Man?
Are they out running wolves?

 

It’s Midnight…
Do you know where your children are?

 

They were trick or treating.
But where are they now?

Hour 16: The Wolves Were Out

The wolves were out and they were hungry/

She was out and scared.

The wolves were out and they were hungry/

She was out and running.

The wolves were out and they were hungry/

She was out of breath,

The wolves were out and they were hungry/

She was out and couldn’t run anymore.

The wolves were out and they were hungry/

She was out and they were getting closer.

The wolves were out and they were hungry/

She was out and tripped over a rock.

The wolves were out and they were hungry/

She was out cold and lying in the snow.

The wolves were out and they were hungry/

She was out and they began to feed.