The Boy and the ClownThe voice speaks to himThe Boy and the Clown5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
The poor little kid
It's cursed him forever
Of it he'll never be rid
The voice comes from his doll
His Fella plushy
That's dressed as a clown
With a smile of insanity
It speaks to the child
Tells him to do horrid things
On Halloween night
Terror it brings
The Fella turned to him
Saying its time to kill
Instructing the boy
That his family's blood he will spill
The boy begged for mercy
But the doll told him no
Said there was evil inside him
And its time for it to show
The boy asked sadly
Will this set me free?
The clown faced Fella laughed
And said maybe we'll see
So the boy picked up his blade
he held it tight
as he snuck behind his father
Stabbing with all his might
Then he found his brother
With time to spare
The brother's scream was silenced
As the knife cut through the air
His boy was doing just fine
At this rate
They'd all be dead in no time
In the corner he hid
The darkness he did sit
And when his mother walked by
He cut her up bit by bit
The Watcher Here are a few things fella saw on Halloween .The Watcher5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
kings and queens
Cowboys in runaway wagons
Featured creatures from outer space
Demon seeds and little speed racers
Vampires dressed in evening attire
Clowns that looked a little haywire
Werewolves and witches and little red devils
All sorts of monsters who haunt and taunt you
Scream and dreamTrick or Treat I hear them screamScream and dream5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
Eyes emitting a monstrous gleam
Imagining all that lay ahead
Toil and Trouble and full of dread
Dressed in costumes filled with fright
Ghouls and witches roam the night
Fella stalks the streets so dark
Enjoying Hallows ritual lark
Hiding behind every tree
Yelling BOO to all that see
His costume made of blood and bone
A mask unique that was his own
A cackled laugh and eerie sound
of words he spoke to children found
With bags of candy in their grasp
Dropping all to hear his rasp
Trick or Treat its time for bed
To eat some candy and rest your head
Toil and trouble screech and scream
Tonight was only just a dream
THE EVIL COSTUME Finally the little boy was able to put on his costume. He had waited all day for the darkness to overtake the earth.THE EVIL COSTUME5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
As he slipped the final head mask over his face . He felt this evil and cold presence over take his entire little stubby body. He began to shake and quiver! He didn't know what to do.
His costume was supposed to be a little cute bunny rabbit. When he looked in the mirror, he saw this mean nasty looking rabbit gazing back at him. It had an evil glare in it's eye's. As if the rabbit was getting ready to slice him up, into a million bits !
The rabbits face was extremely ugly! It had red glowing eyes and looked very angry! It's fur was matted and dirty. Sharp fangs poked out of the corners of its mouth, with little bits of spit dripping down. The ears were sharp and pointed. They looked like spears, that could pierce the thickest skin of any wild beas
A Haunting ReflectionAt first, I thought it was just a trick, some cosmic joke set up by my friends. That would be the logical solution. Any minute, I would turn around and see Fella dressed in one of those screamer costumes. The one with the plastic masks and a pump built into the sleeve so one can make blood drip down their face. At least, that's what I was hoping.A Haunting Reflection5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
Then, I decided that wasn't possible. Everything in the house was flipped, like I was looking at a mirror version of it. I kept hearing noises and voices, a worried man and a distraught woman. Maybe I was just being haunted by a ghost. It wasn't logical but it was possible. I believed in that kind of stuff. And it could be easily dealt with by an exorcism or maybe I had to cross them over, like life had been turned into some messed up version of Ghost Whisperer.
A haunting would have been too simple though. I realized that as I walked in my bathroom and looked into the mirror. Everything was right in the mirror, the way it should have been. Ex
A Monster - Changed Forever A scream pierced through the night.A Monster - Changed Forever5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
He was a monster.
It terrified the poor creature.
It was just as he thought; just what he had hoped wouldn't be so.
His reflection it was no longer normal.
Blood trailed down the sides of his mouth and dropped gently to the floor.
Fresh PaintCrimson paint, dripping, flowing,Fresh Paint5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
Shone with light of red eyes glowing,
Paints a haunted canvas near
The corpse of someone you hold dear
Each horrid stroke is trademark of
A disembodied, blood-stained glove
Its master working late at night,
To bring you gifts of death and fright
Glowing of an aura blue,
The ghostly painter grins at you
Locked within his gruesome stare,
You're helpless to escape his lair
Tattered beret upon his head,
The floating phantom reeks of dead
A threadbare smock, aged and soiled,
Reveals how his victims toiled
For when this fearsome ghoul's in need,
He simply makes his prisoners bleed
He'll drain their rich and ruby hue,
And refresh his cursed palette anew
As he reaches for his knife,
You feel your carcass drain of life,
How did this grave doom come to be?
Long ago, one night, on Hallow's Eve
Clad as a well-known artist deceased,
Poor Fella becomes the demon's release
For, affronted by the masquerade,
The soul decides to make a trade
Fellas little SecretIt was All Hallow's Eve and on this night all came out to play.Fellas little Secret5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
I could be myself and no-one would be the wiser.
None would comment on the pallor of my skin or the fact that it was falling off the bone in places or the caked blood that smelt of yesterday.
I watched as the children scurried with their buckets hoping to get them filled with candy.
It made what teeth I had left in my head ache.
Metaphorically speaking of course.
No-one looked my way except in weird appreciation of what they thought was my costume.
My mother always commented on what a cute little fella I was and how inventive my costumes were.
Sewn together into garbs of eerie dress or undress in which I was now.
My shirt was hanging in shreds all covered in mud and dried blood.
Death took the credit for the colour of my skin and my pants were in tatters.
Dried twigs and something indescribable was twisted in my hair and my eyes had the wide-open stare of some-one not quite themselves.
If going from door to doo
There's Scissors in My ThroatIt was the night of Halloween,There's Scissors in My Throat5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
A night loved by most,
A night to get candy, hang with friends,
And perhaps see a ghost.
The moon was out
And the wind sent out a chill.
Two girls were walking by,
One with a mind that could kill.
"Worst Halloween ever," Amanda said,
Holding her jester dressed fella doll.
"Why do you say that?" Jesse asked,
The weight of her candy ready to make her fall.
"It's cold, I'm tired, And this is boring.
No one is out and there's no one around.
The night is starting to creep me out-."
Amanda paused. "Hey, what's that sound?"
Jesse looked back and then grinned.
"Maybe it's the ghost of Anna Croat.
They say she comes out on Halloween,
And shoves scissors down your throat."
Amanda clutched her fella tighter.
"Stop trying to scare me,
You know I freak out easily."
The breeze only grew stronger,
The sharp wind ripped through their hair.
Amanda grabbed her arms as she shivered,
Whispers in the wind giving her a bit of a scare.
"Let's just go home," Jesse said at last,
This spooky fearWe all are in our beds and all we hear is knocking in the door two times. Loraine gets up to get the door, but even before we could, we heard loud, board-creaking footsteps coming from downstairs. Everyone gathers to the door because we all heard it, and we want to know what was going on. We all fought to make someone go downstairs, until one of the eldest Loraine decided to finally go. We waited for ten minutes, but when we called her name, we heard the smashing of branches of the trees against the window, like the sound of nails on a chalk board. Their was only four of us, and one was already gone. We decided that Frank would go because I had to stay her, with my little sister, Emily. But when we called Frank's name and he didn't answer, we knew we had to do something, we had to run and find my parents. But when we reached the room they were gone. Emily and I ran down the stairs, and we ran to the door, but it wouldn't open. It would open, as if someone were to hold it from the otherThis spooky fear5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
Flying Fancies"Phillip! Talk to me."Flying Fancies5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
"No, no...I can't," Phil shook his head, long black hair sweeping around his shoulders. "I've been betrayed so many times."
Ellie had known from the start that Phillip was a lone wolf, a shadow in a world of light, but she had thought their love would overcome anything. But now, holding an empty bottle in her hand, the glass against her forehead, Ellie wasn't sure.
"Phil, please," she whispered. The couch creaked as he shifted, the trenchcoat shivering around him like wings. "What could be so bad? I already know what you are."
She had startled him and his black eyebrows arched up over his porcelain skin face, all movements stilling. He did not breathe. More proof.
Ellie swallowed hard, but there was no going back now. "I know you're a vampire."
Phil blinked. One long sweep of graceful eyelashes down over the gray irises the kind of gray that could have been green, but wasn't.
"I've kept it a secret," Ellie hurried to explain, unnerved by the
Fella's Great DisguiseThey claimed he was adorable and as cute as could be. It was hard to see through the facade he put up, how sweet he acted. He was Fella and no one could ever find anything wrong about him.Fella's Great Disguise5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
What would they have done if the had all known he was a monster?
No one ever would have figured out if it weren't for that Halloween. There was a reason he always disappeared before the moon went down, especially on Halloween, when it's always said that the veil between the living in the dead gets thinner until it almost doesn't exist. But this Halloween, he was convinced to stay out late. He lost track of time quickly, trick-or-treating with his friends and ding-dong ditching neighbors. The sun quickly dipped beneath the horizon and then it was too late.
He noticed it at the last minute and let out a heinous scream. Everyone turned to stare at him as he started to change. His face shifted from scared to insane, his teeth sharpening to points. His skin greened and his eyes narrowed, the pupils bloody
A Halloween PandemicPeople shrieked in fear, running in blind terror as far away from Fella as they could, clutching desperately at miniature bottles of Purell. Tears coursed uselessly down their faces, swallowed by the folds of their costumes. The wind howled around the terrified Halloweeners, whipping viciously at any exposed skin and rattling through the empty branches of the trees. Fella continued on, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him. He smiled brightly, mistaking it as part of the Halloween cheer. His small plastic pumpkin swung lightly in his hands, eager to be filled with any nearby Halloween candy.A Halloween Pandemic5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
Yet it seemed as if there was no candy to be found. He tried every doorbell, but to no avail. Neighbors peered anxiously through gaps in closed curtains when they thought he wasn't looking, quickly turning off their front lights as soon as they saw him approaching.
After six candy-less streets of trick-or-treating, Fella sighed heavily and gave up. He trudged back down the street
FurbiesBlood dripped from its blunt beak as its stares upon the pool of blood of the 5th naive victim, where its reflection lies. A small fluffy blood drenched creature with sharply pointed ears pointing to the black night sky, a rounded blunt beak with a razor sharp edge slicing through flesh, small yellow bird feet with retracted claws only ever shown in the millisecond of enclosing death of their victim. Piercing wide eyes locked upon their prey, their colours of fur ranging in many colours of the rainbow, luring tactic for the people unsuspecting of their nature. This luring tactic hasn't worked since the first time their name was known across the world, their name uttered many a time. Human kind has discovered a greater enemy than terrorists.....THE FURBY!Furbies5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
Bitter and twisted from neglect of children leaving them to die and deteriorate in cupboards and under beds. They twittered a vow of terror upon the world, a shade of red poisoning the rivers and oceans.
Where is your Furby? Its only a
Fella's CostumeDusk falls as the sky lights fade,Fella's Costume5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
As magic and witchery begin their escapade.
The gates of magica let loose this night,
All but one fella who is in a big plight.
Red, blue, yellow and green,
Colours too bright for halloween.
He cries in frustration and flops on the bed,
Only to discover the perfect outfit.
He smiles in glee and looks in the mirror,
This is perfect, now I just need some glitter.
He sprinkles in on and finally, he's done.
Trick or treating, here I come!
He saunters out as happy as can be,
And knocks on the spooky door on lane number three.
Out comes a lady, dressed as a witch,
She laughs at this stranger, till she has a stitch.
My dear boy, this is halloween
And I'm not saying this to be mean.
But whoever heard of anyone, on halloween to boot,
Dressing in a rainbow patterned fairy princess suit?
Nothing To Fear..."Knock knock " a violent rattling, disturbs the old wood door, echoing loud thuds through this homes musty Victorian hallway. Eyes glance up from the prose of greater men, to suddenly hear another "knock knock" ardently rising out of the aged red velvet chair, leaving the warmth of its inviting comfort behind.Nothing To Fear...5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
With bemused curiosity I approach the old wood door, my hand extends to the entrances rusted brass handle, I slowly open the old wood door to distinguish who had made such a disturbing commotion Yet, I see nothing.
Staring into darkness, nothing but leaves dancing against shadowed Halloween moonlight causes unnerve. In a somewhat confounded state, wondering what had disturbed my poetic anecdote, I return to the chair through the hallway I had recently occupied.
Reaching at the oak lamp table for the romantic prose ramblings of dead men, opening the tattered book pages, I re-focus upon the words infront of me, until suddenly I feel the
The Fella: A Halloween TaleOne All-Hallow's-Eve so dreary, I did homework, bored and weary,The Fella: A Halloween Tale5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
Over many a heavy volume of biology and lore
While I studied, still and sleepy, I felt a presence, close and creepy
As if someone had come to greet me, greet me sitting at my chore
"'Tis just a dream," I muttered, "So sleepy and about to snore
Only this and nothing more."
But a devil-beast appearing in my work soon interfering,
Straight it wheeled my desk chair in front of laptop and Explorer
Then upon the cushion sinking, Fe'la betook himself to linking
Webpage unto webpage, winking as he led me to procrastination's door
Will this fiend so costumed leave me study anymore?
Quoth the Fella, "Nevermore."
That Demon Fella, never jaunting, still is haunting, still is haunting,
On the closed lid of the laptop that is sitting on my floor;
And his eyes they are compelling me to never sleep, impelling
And my desk-light o'er him felling, as I browse through dA's store
And my soul from out that website tha
Fella's Scariest CostumeIt was the scariest of all nights when little Fella crept from his bed. To his horror he saw ghosts and ghouls and things outside, all searching for a taste of sweet Fella flesh. Spartans and cats (and quite a few Spartan Cats) were groaning restlessly in Fella's Meme Graveyard; a few Failtrolls were tapping on the windows, squabbling amongst themselves about Gothicism, and art-thieves were sliding down the chimney, browsers already set to Google.Fella's Scariest Costume5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
Fella shivered, overwhelmed by all these terrifying sights.
"How am I going to get out of here?"
Suddenly struck by an idea, he dashed to his closet and pulled things out at random. A cannibal, blood dripping down serrated razor fangs? Fella paused. Being a robotic cat was pretty nifty most of the time, but it definitely had its drawbacks. Besides, Murk would kill him. How about a zombie: skin green and an awkward, shambling gait? No. Too much like Stykera on a Monday morning. How about...
Pulling his costume out of the clos
Easy-Bake Oven"I can't remember," she said.Easy-Bake Oven5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
"Not even a bit?"
"Of course not," she responded, strangely gleeful. Debra Parker sat back and watched the child intently as she rocked back and forth. She held a plushie dressed up as a pumpkin in her hands.
"The fire, Fella. Such pretty colors, Fella," she murmured, stroking the plushie.
The child was pale. Her hair hardly contrasted to the tone of her skin, making her look even sicklier. Parker flipped through the file she had been given. Margaret O'Hara, it read.
"Margaret, is it? That's a pretty name," Parker half-smiled before continuing, "Margaret, can you tell me where you got those bruises?"
Silence. The rocking stopped.
Parker's brows furrowed.
Parched lips curved into a smile, "Walls bursting. Framework flying."
Her dark eyes danced, "Lashes singed. Hair seared. Flesh charred."
Silence fell upon them once more.
Parker's phone rang, causing her heart to jump. She sat there for a moment, bewildered, her phone stil
CinderFella -A Backwards Tale-Fella woke up happy knowing that tonight was the last Ball of the month. If he didn't show up in a great costume, he would hear about it forever! Gathering what was needed from the shop, Fella called up the Llamas to see if they'd participate. Of course, they wouldn't say no.CinderFella -A Backwards Tale-5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
The Halloween Ball started off in a grand style. Fella dressed as... a pumpkin. The Llamas arrived as mice thinking their costumes were the greatest. They were proud of their work.
As they partied, the clock began to chime midnight.
Fella realized he had to work the next day at deviantART. He and the Llamas headed home, when the chime ended on twelve, something funny started to happen. There was a feeling of dread as they passed out.
When they awoke, they heard talking and horse hooves, but no idea what was going on. Fella felt as if a heavy weight was upon him, the Llamas felt as if their feet were made of lead. When they began to focus in, it was too late.
Fella had turned into an orange pumpkin shaped carriage
tick tock tick tockTick tock, tick tock,tick tock tick tock5 years ago in Spooky Stories More Like This
The old Grandfather clock echoed down the long hallway.
The lights went off.
In the dead of the night all that could be heard,
Tick tock, tick tock.
What is going on Mombeam jumped up from her seat, she was sure she heard a knock coming from inside the old grandfather clock.
TICK tap TOCK, TICK tap TOCK
The closer she got, the louder it became.
Stopping at the foot of the old Grandfather clock it stood ajar.
Creekkkkkkkkkkkkk the door opened.
With glowing eyes fella cat fell out, Mombeam bent down to pick it up, only to come face to face with Fella witch.
Screaming Mombeam fell back on her butt.
Hiding out of sight two little girls giggle.
( three hours before )
A young Chix0r skipped down the street her best friend Moonbeam13 at her side.
The two girls laughed and giggled about the fun time they were going to have dressing their fella's.
Moonbeam13 being a little witch knew hers would be wearing a long black cape, tall po