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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