“We leave at #sunset,” she says. “Wear these #bones as a #talisman.” “Whose bones are they?” he asks. She ignores the question. “You’ll have to wear a #blindfold. We don’t want you finding your way back again and bothering us.” #vss365 #366FF #whistpr #vssmurder
He feels an ominous #breeze on his neck as they enter the woods. He’s hopelessly disoriented behind the blindfold. It had seemed a simple request, a spell to make him more attractive to Lydia, but he wonders now if his body will ever be found. #nanofict #ficchills
The clearing looks more like an open-air living room than a place of dark magic. No witches are riding brooms or cackling, and there are no warts at all. Taking off the blindfold would demystify witches for him, and that wouldn’t be very kind. #ficchills
Stephanie says a few words and he feels the sensation of liquid on his head. What he can’t see: Witches lounging or reading in their yoga pants on the carved stumps they use for chairs. One watches, vaguely amused, and rolls her eyes at Stephanie’s theatrics. #bravewrite
She walks him back out of the woods by a different route, just in case. They don’t like to be bothered. She takes off his blindfold. “The next full moon is Thursday. #Dive into the lake at midnight and swim in three clockwise circles. That’ll be $250.” #flexvss
She watches him go, looking like a new man. It’s amazing what even the idea of magic can do. And it’s a living, after all. Win-win. She’s amused at the thought of the midnight swim he has coming up, but that’s the extra touch she throws in for the deluxe package.
The #playful spirits are flying tonight, out to #fascinate or #horrify the living. But Steve keeps moaning how he #regrets his #quixotic life. “Scare a few people, man! It’ll cheer you up.” Herbert was a life coach in life, and now he’s a death coach. #366FF #whistpr #ficchills
You expect the inhabitants of a #cemetery to be well below ground level, safely locked in pine boxes, but Ruby trips over a #headless one on her shortcut home. Why would someone #dismember the #candy shop owner? #vssmurder #ficchills #flexvss
The #atmosphere was impressive, she’d give him that. An #abandoned warehouse had transformed utterly into a #haunted #mansion for Halloween. The cobwebs, the shadows, the spirits bent on #vengeance–oh, dear. Those weren’t fake. #bravewrite #366FF #ficchills #vssmurder
The graveyard was #lifeless on every day but Halloween, when the spirits emerged from their dark tombs and forgotten graves. This year, they had an audience who refused to be frightened away. They felt haunted by the little girl watching. #ficchills #vssmurder
Jules contemplated the crumbling mansion for tonight’s adventure, more concerned about its structural integrity than about any spirits lurking in the shadows. She didn’t believe in ghosts, no matter what she claimed on her blog. That would change tonight. #ficchills #nanofict
They’d been on the Haunted Mansion ride dozens of times, but this time, the shadows were deeper, the unearthly wails of disturbed spirits less tinny. As they rounded a corner, something emerged from the tomb, and it wasn’t the comical fellow they were used to. #ficchills
The sun had barely set, but the #carousel was #already deserted. As he took a step closer, crunching a mouthful of #salty-sweet kettle corn, he saw the #corpse and dropped the bag in #fright. How had the fellow met his #demise? As he leaned in, someone emerged from the #shadows.
#bravewrite #vss365 #flexvss #vssmurder #whistpr #366FF #ficchills