Halloween Horror 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ever since the death of the Morr Family on the night of Halloween, people lived in paranoia when the month of October came around again. The festivals still went on, though many took long routes in order to avoid the Black Cat road. Now, as the week of Halloween descends upon the people of Bid City, the 6-6-6 ordeal has found gold in a particular city once again.

Submitted: May 29, 2013

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Submitted: May 29, 2013




The Harr’s were a new family to Bid City; they knew naught of the haunting past that took over since last year. And moreover, they took possession of the now supposedly claimed haunted house. Swer, a boy of eighteen, was in charge of his sister who was eleven when their mother wasn’t home. Swer was laying in bed, earphones stuck into his ear, rock music up loud, nearly deafening.  It was only until he heard a crash signaling the falling of his lamp from his round stone desk did he cut the music off and open his eyes.

“Who’s there?” He asked, eyes darting around the room. Nobody was in it but himself. It occurred to Swer as he got off the bed that it was suddenly cold in the room.  That perplexed him all the more as the heater in his room was on full blast. His sister was downstairs in the living room and there was no way she could have done it. Swer’s eyes caught a piece of paper in place of his lamp as he set it back on the table.

“Be warned to the residents of this house: What comes around goes around,” he read, eying over the exceedingly neat handwriting. Snorting with contempt, Swer put the note on his stone desk and headed down to the living room where his sister was playing a video game intently. As he looked at the game on the screen, he saw she was playing his special war game.

“Lith, why are you playing my game?” Swer shouted, making his sister jump. His statement had chagrinned her; she blushed with embarrassment and shame at being caught as she put the controller down.  Normally she had a very languid attitude, took everything lightly, school, chores, anything. She lacked any energy to do anything that was asked and would rather spend what energy she had left with her friends.  Though, he couldn’t blame her. He himself was quite idyllic. He spent most of his time living in a carefree manner, taking everything the simple way. 

“You didn’t turn the house heat off by any chance did you?” Swer asked his sister.

She shook her head as a no. “I’ve been here all this time. Why?”

Swer went into a pensive state, thinking deeply about what had happened. Everything was fine, nobody had broken in… or at least he didn’t think so. They wouldn’t have had enough time to hide because the closets were far from his bed and the desk was close to his bed.  “It was cold in my room even though the heater was on in my room,” he finally stated. “And my lamp fell; I can’t fathom how it did that with nothing to knock it down.”

A gust of bitter air enveloped Swer and Lith. “I can explain that, I believe,” a voice said. Swer jerked his head toward the sound of the voice. Standing in front of the couch was the pale outlining of an apparition of a girl about the age between sixteen to nineteen.  Lith went pale and uttered a squeak of terror as she fell to the ground.

 The ghost looked down at Lith, then at Swer who stared impassively back, his face neutral though his inside was churning faster than his mind. “Not the first time that’s happened,” the ghost spoke.

Swer dropped his jaw opened. This ghost actually was trying to speak with them?

“I got a hiatus from my work place so I thought I’d visit this place,” the ghost said, walking laggardly, like a sloth. “It’s the first break I’ve had in such a long, long time.”

Swer gritted his teeth, sudden anger boiling inside him. He was already laden with the task of taking care of his family, he not be pressured more by a random ghost that came to mock its afterlife life.  “Go bug some other family then!” He picked up his game controller and tossed it at the ghost, though it was an innocuous effect. It went right through the ghost, who just watched him. Well that had no affect… obviously, Swer thought.

“Oh, Sad Attempts!” The ghost said, moving the lithe of a cat as she pretended to be some kind of Shakespearian actor. “How thy doth make me laugh!”  She paused. “Let me give you now my attempt for you to cooperate.” She said in a suave, calming voice that made him want to agree right then.  

Instead he found himself being unmatched against a sudden powerful force that made him writhe on the ground. He gritted his teeth, telling himself not to shout.  A foul, malodorous stench emitted from a cloud of smoke rising from the force that kept him writhing in pain.  It was worse that rotten eggs and dead people put together.

“Know that smell?” The ghost said calmly. “Remember it: It’s the smell of Hell.” The ghost rebuffed.

This ghost is crazy, Swer thought. Nobody would know the smell of Hell.

“Oh, I wouldn’t doubt a ghost,” it said phlegmatically, in a monotone voice. “It really isn’t good for your health.”

Swer, in his mind for a moment, thought that this ghost would actually kill him with this force what was pressed upon him. However, the ghost eyed him scathingly and he could feel the ghost’s gaze burning through him as it completed what to do with him.

“Everyone is callow at understanding death,” the ghost said, frowning. “Humans have little to no knowledge about it.”

“What’s that got to do with me?” Swer asked. “And what about my sister?”

“Ah she‘s fine, don’t worry,” the ghost replied curtly, cutting him with a gaze that told him to not speak. “My name’s Kaden.”

Swer just stared at the ghost.

“This family previous to you was obliterated, wiped out,” the ghost continued.

Swer watched from his peripheral vision as his sister sat up from passing out.

“What does this previous family have to do with us?” Swer asked.

The ghost, Kaden, looked puzzled. “Nobody has told you? What, are you new in town?”

“We are, actually,” Swer said. “And what do you mean nobody has told us… told us what?”

Kaden’s gaze became apprehensive. “It fears me to say I have too much to tell you in such little time. I can only pray I can spare your lives.”

“Sp-spare our lives?” Lith repeated, shaking like a wet dog.

The ghost looked at the two human beings. “The family before you died, all three of them.”

“Who lived here?” Swer asked.

“A father and two daughters,” the ghost replied. “The father died by strangulation, one of the daughters by a gun, and the other by a slit throat.”

Swer and Lith shivered at the brutality of the murders. “How do you know this?” Swer asked.

The ghost walked around the room, glancing outside the windows.  “This place never changed,” the ghost said, then turned to the humans. “I was one of them.”

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa,” Swer said, raising a hand. “You’re telling me you’re a ghost that got killed in this house and have come back for revenge?”

Kaden frowned. “Bad word choice,” she replied. “One, I was killed outside the house when I was trying to get away and two, I’m trying to help you.”

“So uh… were you the one with the gun or the slit throat?” Lith asked.

“Ah, the slit throat,” the ghost replied. “Not the best way to go. Especially when you watch your family dies first.” She pointed to her throat, where there was a gash.

Lith made a gagging sound and looked away.

“Anyway,” the ghost continued, “I’m here because today’s-what is today? Oh!- Thursday and that’s two days away from Halloween correct? Including today.”

“Yeah,” Swer drew out the word. “Why’s that important?”

Kaden gave a death glare at Swer and he mumbled a quick ‘sorry’. “What do you two know about this town? Anything?”

“I know that there’s a ghost roaming around a certain house,” Swer began, leering at Kaden, “and I know that six people have been killed yesterday.”

“Has anybody been killed today?” The ghost asked with urgency.

“Um, one actually,” Lith piped up. “The news said they were worried this city would be repeating the 6-6-6 ordeal that happened last year. Apparently it was something big.”

“Yeah, and apparently there’s this one road-The Black Cat Road- that everyone’s avoiding until after Halloween,” Swer added with boredom. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Kaden gave a long stare at Swer. “Tell me, Swer. Have you and your sister gone to a festival yet?”

“Yes,” Swer answered, not getting where the ghost was getting out.

Please let this not be true, Kaden thought.  “Did you go through The Black Cat Road?”

There was a moment of silence. The ghost could see Swer and Lith were debating whether to say it or not. “Yes, we did,” Lith answered.

Damn it, the ghost cursed. Kaden threw her hands in the air and huffed. “Now that just freakin’ changes everything!”  The wind outside started to pick up, making the nearby trees rattle on the windows.

“Why does it matter?” Swer asked, watching the ghost pace.

“Um… what’s with the weather?” Lith piped up; Swer sighed and rubbed a comforting hand on her back. She hated it when trees tapped against the window. It was like nails against a chalkboard for Lith.

“Hm? Oh, sorry,” the ghost mumbled and after a moment the wind died down.  Kaden continued to pace, thinking of anything that could possibly be done.

“Um, ghost?” Swer began.

“I don’t answer to that name,” the ghost glowered at Swer and he took a step back.

“Geesh, sorry,” he muttered. “Kaden, okay. Look, why is that so lethal that we went on that road?”

“Do you honestly believe that nothing that has happened is real?” Kaden asked, standing in front of Swer; he jumped slightly at how close the ghost was, especially since she seemed to be radiating waves of anger.  He really didn’t want to meet another ghost after this. 

“Well, I’m not much of a believer in a lot of things,” Swer said.

“Did you hit a cat?” Kaden prompted.

“What?” Swer asked, confuddled.

“What are you, tone deaf?” Kaden asked, exasperated. “I said did you hit a cat on that road!”

Swer thought back to remember the day they went to the carnival.

“I can’t wait to go the carnival!” Lith said, bouncing in her seat in the back of the car. “I heard Bid City’s famous for its Halloween carnivals!”

Swer was sitting shotgun, listening in and out of the conversation. It had been a while since he’d been to a good carnival. If Bid City really was famous for its carnivals, then it was one looking forward to. He watched as they turned down a one-way road. There was a surplus amount of trees on this road, and they almost seemed endless; if someone went to explore it would have looked like a forest. They were traveling relatively slow-25mph- to enjoy the view when suddenly there was a ‘thunk’ followed by a caterwaul.

“What was that?” Lith asked, looking out the car window.

“I think you hit a cat, mom,” Swer said, peering out of the car.

They watched as a group of maybe twenty black cats slinked out of the forest. Their piercing yellow eyes never seem to look anywhere else but at the car. They were hissing ‘Mrrrreeeoooow mreow mreow’ over and over, almost like chanting.

“I think we should go while we have a chance,” Swer said. They quickly left, never checking to look back.

“Yeah, we did hit a cat,” Swer answered finally. “Then all these other cats came out of nowhere and started to do a chant.”

Kaden made a face that first said ‘You’re doomed, I’m doomed, and we’re all doomed’ and then morphed into ‘what the hell am I supposed to do now?’

“Can someone explain to me what that means?” Lith asked, looking from Swer to Kaden and back.

“Yeah, like why is the Black Cat Road so feared?” Swer added.

Kaden gave a look that clearly said ‘I’m not going to inform you noodle-brained humans’ but then sighed. “According to a half-known supposed legend, during the week of Halloween, there’s a certain road-the Black Cat Road- that somehow links to the 6-6-6 ordeal. From what I know, there’s a certain spirit that is linked to this 6-6-6 ordeal also and is set out to kill the people. This ‘spirit’ appears in many forms, but for the ones who cross the Black Cat Road it comes on the night of Halloween to your own house to kill you in this vapor-ish form.”

“So you’re saying that technically we unconsciously signed death contracts for ourselves?” Swer asked.

“Consciously so if you knew about the legend and decided to go test it out anyway,” Kaden replied.

“So there’s no way… to escape this?” Lith said. She had the most terrified face on and looked like she was going to go into shock.

“That’s why I’m here,” Kaden sighed. “I wanted to see if I could help prevent this from happening but,” she paused, looking out the window, where the clouds were darkening, “it looks like there might not be anything I can do.”

Swer looked outside also. How long had they been talking?  “Wait, Kaden. You said you were from Hell or something along those lines right? How could you be a ghost if you’ve already been in Hell?”

Kaden’s lips quirked into a smile. “Funny you should ask.  See, as I was in Hell, I talked to others there and they told me that they’d been dragged down by this ‘spirit’ to Hell to do it’s bidding. And I was to do the same. Those who are killed by the spirit are sent to Hell to do be a servant for so many days or years. I was done with my debt so I could technically leave Hell, so I did. I came here as a ghost instead of going to Heaven because I knew something like this would happen. I wanted to see if I could stop it, but I can’t.” Kaden’s gaze became somber. “But I have to do something.” She looked around the house, her lips pursed in a thin line. “I’ll be back later.”

“But what are you going to do?” Swer asked but the ghost had already left. 

The door opened and both jumped as their mother came in.

Lith ran to her mother, followed by Swer who just walked.  Their mother gave them a puzzled look as she dropped her keys onto the mail table. “What’s up you two?”

“Mom we have to get out of here!” Lith said with panic in her voice. “This house is haunted by a spirit that’s going to kill us because we crossed the Black Cat Road!”

Their mom gave a laugh. “Now where’d you hear that? You know that’s just a legend about the Black Cat Road.”

“No mom, it isn’t! A ghost told us!” Lith said.

“A ghost? Oh really?” Their mom replied. “Well, I know you have quite the imagination so we’ll talk about this after dinner okay?”

“Yes,” Lith grumbled. She and Swer went into the kitchen while their mom got out the prepared food for dinner. Swer took out his iPod and looked up the local news. Two new people had been killed- that totaled to three today.  Swer gave a heavy sigh as he put his iPod back in his pocket. Six so far had been killed. Kaden hadn’t been lying.  As their mother went upstairs Swer leaned to Lith.

“Total of twelve has been killed now,” he whispered. “Tomorrow’s Halloween. That means three others are going to die before us. Obviously Kaden knows enough that maybe she can help us convince Mom we can get out of here.”

“But Mom won’t even believe me!” Lith complained. “And she always believes me!”

The two cut their small talk as their mom came back down.

The three didn’t talk for the rest of the night oddly enough. There was minor talking before heading to bed and as Swer went to be, he felt an uneasiness he couldn’t get rid of.


Swer woke up at noon exactly. He went downstairs hastily after dressing and went into the kitchen. He grabbed an apple and went into the sunroom where his sister and mother were watching television.

“How is that fifteen people are killed in three days straight?” Their mom said, staring at the screen. Swer looked to the television; the news was on and a reporter was stating that three more people had died. Swer gulped and felt his heart race. He knew the rest of the story.  He, Lith, and their mother would be the last to die. And they had only eight hours remaining before kids came to the door and maybe a little more than eight hours before they died.

“Swer, come sit down,” their mother said.

He did, reluctantly so. He wondered where Kaden was; she said she’d be back but he and Lith hadn’t seen the ghost since yesterday before their mom came home. 

Swer found that time had gone quickly; they had watched television right up until 7:50. He glanced outside at the darkening skies and felt his stomach drop.

“Well, we better get the candy set outside for the kids,” their mother said, getting up.

“Swer!” Lith yelled, jumping up. “What are we going to do?”

Their mother turned toward them. “What are you two so worried about?”

“We’re going to die, mom,” Swer said. “The ghost wasn’t lying. Every Halloween, there’s eighteen people who die because of this 6-6-6 ordeal. This spirit wants a surplus of souls in Hell to do his bidding before he sends them away. Anybody who crosses the Black Cat Road dies on Halloween.”

“Swer, that’s impossible,” their mother gave a small smile, like she didn’t want to believe it. “You know-“

“Mom, think about it. Fifteen people have already died. There are three people left to be killed. Guess which three?” Swer said.

“Now, c’mon kids,” their mother said. “You’ve been watching too many movies.”

“She won’t believe us!” Lith wailed. “Swer, what are we going to do?”

“How should I know?!” Swer hissed and buried his face in his hands.  Suddenly he raised his head and looked around. “Kaden! Kaden where are you?”

“Who’s Kaden?” Their mother asked, looking further puzzled.

“Kaden please we need you now!” Swer said.  Where was that ghost?

“Sorry I couldn’t come earlier,” a voice said. Their mother let out a shriek upon seeing the ghost.

“Kaden! Thank heaven!” Lith said.

“Have you figured anything out?” Swer asked, looking hopefully at the ghost. “Can’t we just leave?”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Kaden said. “The spirit will find you no matter where you go.  The only thing I can do is try and hold the spirit off.”

Dear, sweet humans, a crisp voice whispered. Imagine my amusement when I find that the house I visit it the same one I visited a year ago.

“Swer!” Lith yelled, clinging to her brother out of fright. 

“Why don’t you show yourself?” Kaden said, her voice ice cold.

Kaden! How nice to see you again, the voice said. A spiral of smoke formed behind Swer’s and Lith’s mother. Come to watch the show?

Their mother turned around and shrieked at the circular, constant moving smoke. Something in it glinted and Swer moved too late to see that it was a knife.

“Mom!” Lith said, rushing to her mother as she fell to the floor. Swer stared, dumbfounded. Was this how quick it would be?

“Lith, move!” Kaden warned, watching the spirit advance forward.

“Lith!” Swer reached to grab his sister but the shadow moved faster. A shadowed hand held Lith by the neck.

Such a precious thing isn’t she, it said, red eyes gleaming.

“Let me go!” Lith yelled.

And ruin my fun? Not likely. Sorry buttercup. Another moment and Swer watched helplessly as his sister’s neck twisted too far and as she too fell to the ground.

One more to go, the shadow said.

Swer felt himself backing away, though he knew it was pointless.  He watched stunned as Kaden stood in front of him.

“If you’re going to kill another person, kill me,” Kaden said. “You’re not killing him.”

You couldn’t stop me this time, what makes you think you can stop me this time? The shadow questioned.

“The 6-6-6 ordeal only needs eighteen people dead,” Kaden said. “Three of them have to have crossed the Black Cat Road. You forget that I have done that.”

You want to take his place? The shadow laughed. You want to be sent back to Hell for another year?

“Kaden, no,” Swer found himself saying. This ghost was trying too hard to save him in impossible circumstances.

“Shut it,” Kaden growled. “Nobody takes innocent lives for the fun of it. I’m not letting that happen.” She turned toward the spirit. “You’re taking me.”

The shadow remained in place for a long moment, red eyes glaring at Kaden.

You were always annoying, even in Hell, the shadow mused. It reached a shadowed hand at Kaden and gripped her.

“Kaden!” Swer yelled.

Ready to go back to Hell? The Shadow said, grinning.

“Just do it,” Kaden spat back. “I’ll kick your butt one day.”

The shadow let out a haunted laugh and then crushed Kaden in its grasp.

Swer only could watch in horror at the scene. He didn’t think a ghost could be hurt, but it sure as hell didn’t look that way. The scream from Kaden was too real.

The shadow finally released Kaden and suddenly disappeared along with Kaden.

Swer ran to his mother and knelt by her. He checked her and his sister for a pulse but he didn’t find any.

“Why did this happen?” Swer whispered, staring at the motionless, familiar bodies on the ground. “Why us? It could have happened to anyone, so why us?”

Swer sat on the cold floor of the sunroom, his head resting in his hands. What would he do now? Where would he go? He’d have to call the police, but then they wouldn’t believe his story and they’d put him in a mental ward.

“I’m sorry, Swer,” a voice said behind him.

Startled, Swer jumped up and spun around. “How-?”

Kaden, fully human, walked toward Swer. “Don’t ask,” Kaden replied. “Because I’m not sure I understand fully myself.”

Swer was suddenly overcome with elation that he wasn’t the only one alive that survived this ordeal.

“How are you human?” Swer asked. “How is it possible?”

Kaden hummed to herself, trying to figure out how to explain. “Long story short,” she said. “When the spirit ‘killed’ me, I was put in Purgatory and there was a debate over whether I should go to Heaven or go to Hell.  The angel, of course, won against the spirit and the angel took me to heaven for a while. The angel said God would give me another chance on Earth because I broke the curse of Bid City.”

Swer frowned. “You’re joking, right?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?” Kaden asked, exasperated. “Why would I make up something like that?”

Swer smirked. “Just kidding. I believe you.” His smiled vanished. “So now what?”

Kaden looked sadly at Lith and Swer’s mother. “Well, we have to bury them for starters.” She paused to look Swer in the eyes. “I guess we’ll free write it from there.”

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