ATM Halloween Story Contest
1 year, 1 month & 14 days ago
24th Oct 2018 13:40
Open only to ATM members. Ends November 6 (extended from October 31).
Simply write a Halloween story. It can be spooky, it can be funny, it can be about whatever you want. There is a 1000 word limit, just so that the story isn't too long to fit in the comments. To enter simply post your story in the comment section.
The grand prize in this one is Halloween Treasure Chest. The first place prize is Pumpkin Costume. Second place is Cowboy Costume. Third place is 1 million mp. There may be other prizes added, and random prizes for participation may be sent out.
Congrats to the winners!! It was hard to determine who should be in what place, and I did have help with that
@bebbs won haunted treasure chest!
@atomswifey won pumpkin costume!
@Teanae won cowboy costume!
@prettyangelz won 1 million mp!
A major thank you to the person who helped me judge! And a major thank you to the @Hironecro for donating so many item prizes for this year's Halloween games!!! Congrats to everyone I hope you enjoyed the club Halloween events and I hope you enjoy what's left of the Maraween events!The story by bebbs that won the grand prize:
This had been her best Halloween ever, Susanne thought to herself as she drove to her apartment complex. She'd joined her friends for a 'spooktacular' Halloween party full of fun and then the group had gone to the town's haunted house-----just as they'd done for the past 10 years. As always, each year the haunted house got scarier, more elaborate, a lot more realistic. This year though, one particular 'actor' in the haunted house had really freaked her out. He truly looked like a monster with the ghoulish makeup disguising any hint of his real life identity, the knife he wielded was a bit too long, a bit too real looking in her opinion. But it was just a prop-----everyone knew no real weapons were ever used in the haunted house. Not ever. But as much as the 'prop' frightened her, his whispered voice as he'd leaned in to her and said his knife was 'thirsty' was what had sent her screaming and running from that room, his maniacal laughter ringing in her ears. She shuddered as she recalled the incident. But it was all fake, right? Yep, this year, the haunted house had exceeded all their expectations and she couldn't wait for the next year's Halloween. Before she knew it, she was pulling into her apartment complex's parking lot. Gosh, she really needed to stop letting her mind wander while she was driving. She pulled into her designated spot, shut off the car engine, and got out. As she locked her car doors, she glanced up at her apartment. Ah, home. She loved it here. The area was safe, secure, and she knew all her neighbors by name.
The well lit complex allowed Susanne to swiftly make her way up the short flight of steps to her apartment. She already had her key in her hand so she put it into the lock and turned the door knob. The excitement of the night had given way to weariness now. A good hot soak and then she'd slip under the covers on her nice, comfy bed. Pushing the door open, she stepped into her living room, turning as she did so to switch on the light. But before she could do so, suddenly, in one swift motion, the door shut behind her and she found herself in an iron grip, held tightly by someone behind her. She tried to scream but the large hand covering her mouth wouldn't allow it. She panicked. Who, what, why??????? The tiny hairs on the nape of her neck prickled as warm breath brushed over her left ear. A male voice practically whispered, "Bet you didn't think you'd see me again tonight. " What? Who held her, who was freaking her out, 'who' was it that she'd seen tonight and was now griping her so that she couldn't move, and covering her mouth so she couldn't scream for help ? Her mind raced. In a blink, the iron grip ceased, but the one hand kept firm over her mouth. Warm breath touched her ear again and then came the voice........the whisper...."Do you remember me now? " he said as the shiny blade of a very large knife flashed in front of her face, the glint of the cold, hard steel captured by the slivers of light from the security lights as they made their way through her windows. Then the feel of pain so intense, so fierce, it took her breath away. Over and over the knife hit home until at last, Susanne's now lifeless body slid silently to the floor.
The next morning, Susanne's co-workers listened in stunned disbelief and shock as they were informed of her gruesome death. This was the 10th Halloween night murder in as many years. As before, no clues, not even a hint. The Halloween serial killer had claimed yet another victim and most likely would strike again the next year unless the police could get a break in the case.
Two offices down the hall, behind a closed door, a man was pushed back in his office chair, feet casually crossed at the ankles and propped on the desk. His fingers were interlaced, hands cradling the back of his head. He smiled to himself. Yes, this had been the very best Halloween ever. Already he was looking forward to the next one. He loved working in the haunted house. This had been his 10th year there and he'd honed his skills more and more with each passing year. But what he did after the haunted house closed was what made him look forward to the next Halloween. Yes, this had been the very best one ever.
Poor Susanne never dreamed that this handsome man just 2 offices down from hers, the man she always smiled at when they passed in the hallway, was the Halloween serial killer. And even as he took her life that night, she still didn't know........