Spooky Town Back Stories, Part 1

 Since I enjoy writing and have a Halloween Village each year, I thought it would be fun to write back stories for each building.  I did 3 this year.

The Wasteland Pub

Today’s menu is Fresh Roadkill, Rat Kabobs, Crispy Tarantula, Lizard Soup, and Roach Stew.  Mmmmm….just like NO ONE’S GRANDMOTHER used to make.  You best pay attention to the Danger:  Fallout Zone sign when you come to the Wasteland Pub.  Toxic waste may be laced in your food…you may be walking over it…or drink it unawares.  The bartender…a beefy looking man with a protective mask can serve you anything from Acid Rain to Toxic Ale…sure to melt your insides into gloop…that could actually be used for someone else’s drink.  Fire streaming from stacks at the top of the pub…and a garbage can fire…make the entrance grotesquely warm and uncomfortable.  Don’t stay too long or you could melt onto the ground leaving bones for passing dogs.  Oops…you just tripped on someone’s bones…I wonder who’s they were?




 







The Haunted House of Props

Zombies greet you longingly as you step towards the Haunted House of Props.  And just when you think you’re safely past them, a black cat hisses in the window.  “Earl!  Stop that”  you hear from the inside…wondering who could be the proprietor of this strange place.  Someone’s mummy?  A talking Gorilla?  The sign ‘Creepy Props and Puppets’, and other signs advertising Zombies…Skulls…Skeletons…Fake Limbs…and Custom Orders make you wonder if any of those things are made from the remains of people who entered.  Something flashes in an upstairs carousel window and a black robed ghoul appears with a long and loud shriek that shakes the ground around you.  But you are determined.  You need a prop for your costume!  As you approach the well set and fine wood doors that are contrast with the fear you are feeling…you feel something drip on your shoulder.  As you open the doors a large tongue grabs you by the waste and pulls you in…and as you grab onto the door frame trying to save your life…you see two ominous green eyes and sharp blood dripping teeth that come down on your wrists snapping the bones in two.  Gargoyles laugh as handless and bleeding…you enter a black void…and into nothingness.





 









The Carnival of Carnage

A wicked clown stands on a pile of skulls as he holds a train crossing sign on the side of the road.  Then your eyes are stimulated with a myriad of orange, purple, yellow and red…and you make out the sign of the Carnival of Colors.  Bam!  Bam!  You hear gunshots and hear bodies fall.  “Ha ha ha!  Come shoot a clown!”, a tall skeleton dressed as a voodoo ringleader announces.  You look at where the sounds are coming from and see what looks like people dressed as clowns tied up and gagged as they rotate on a stage for people to shoot at.  After a shooter ‘wins’ they are handed stuffed prizes with chomping teeth that seem alive.  Other sounds come to your ears…particularly one of a spinning wheel.  You look up and see another skeleton in a hat and suit attending what looks like a game of chance.  The same colors are on the wheel it spins…orange…purple…yellow…and red.  Red…the color of blood.  You doubt that the use of the color red is a coincidence for this place.   “Come take a chance!”, the skeleton shouts…”Win big or lose your life!”.  You start to leave this place…it’s really creeping you out.  As you walk by the Train Crossing clown you notice people lining up by a side door that looks like a monster’s mouth…’Enter if you Dare’ reads the sign.  No way are you going in there.  And then you see the monster’s eyes move towards your own and you lose all control of your limbs.  You can sense rising fear and floods of thoughts…but your body moves on its own…towards the monster door.  Soon…without wanting to be…you are on the monster’s tongue and the mouth closes on you.  Then, various night creatures surround you, dress you like a clown, and you are forced to play many deadly and frightening games up and down on the inside of the tower before you are finally tied to a chair on a stage…gagged…and the stage rotates…first to the outside and the bright colors of orange, purple, yellow and red…accompanied by sounds of gunshots.  And when you rotate inside, the night creatures laugh at you seemingly knowing that your end will be soon.  Your last thought…before your head is slammed by a bullet is that you regret coming to the Carnival of Carnage.







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