DAY "30" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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Pay Attention

My back might be turned.

no need for concern

I'm observing

as I always do

the many victims

that'll get their due

are you one of them

have you heeded my warning

or will all Hallows Eve

find you're one of them!

MUAHAHAHAHA!

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Yolanda Renée © 2023

 

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 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

DAY "29" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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SIREN'S SONG

I hear the siren's song and long to be in my lover's arms.

She haunts me on land and sea. Beautiful, sultry, and true. Kisses that taste of honey. A body that gives all and more.

The siren tempts my soul with sweet promises, the serenity of a tropical island. Blue skies, fruit, and fish prepared just so and vows that she'll always be at my sexual beck-n-call.

However, I've heard a rumor. Once my beauty's satisfied, I'll be put out to pasture until dinner's next call.

Seriously, though, I'm wholly against being on the menu after just one ball.

100 words

Yolanda Renee ©

MUHAHAHAHA

May not be Hallowe'eny

but then again

Siren's eat men

case made

wouldn't you say?

 

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

DAY "28" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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SWEET KISSES

 

She's beautiful, so sweet

enticing, exciting

a woman to behold

to worship

to take home

to make her your own

but it's Halloween

is she truly your queen

remember, this is the night

 truth is masked

personalities hidden

nothing's forbidden

do you dare

make your move

take a chance

she may choose you

instead of the prince

trying to convince her

with gold and frankincense

oh, look, you've caught her eye

still, she played shy

but you've won the night

and quickly took flight

at midnight

finally isolated

her kiss was all yours

in her arms, you were clasped

under her power, finally cast

she literally sucked you dry

not blood, but breath and life

she came away more beautiful

you came away re-usable

a plant stand

wow, what a man

I'd say you've won

a heavenly death

better than a gun

in the arms of love

there's nothing sweeter

than the kiss

of a succubus man-eater

MUAHAHAHAHA!

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Yolanda Renee © 2023

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

DAY "26" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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Don't Judge

These items belong to me

do they frighten thee

you should see my collection of knives

but hey, I'm like most housewives

with just a hint of horror

although my hobby most abhor

the exploration of black magic

gives me such a kick

if death does occur

well, it's doesn't deter

it's something I can fix

with the help of the demon Stix

if I give her the soul,

the human begins to droll

in essence, they're back

it's no hack

works every time

no harm, no crime

where do you think

ghouls are made

but I must admit

the numbers have climbed

all these soulless influencers

are truly the offense

maybe it makes sense

to call all those

narcissistic ghouls back home

no more to roam.

MUHAHAHAHA

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Yolanda Renée © 2023

 

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

DAY "24" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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DANGEROUS

Say it girls

he's definitely dangerous

so handsome

so sly

just right

for a bawdy night

but do we dare

will his fangs flare

will we end up

just part of his lair

we all want top billing

not a killing

to be held in his arms

away from all harm

to be kissed so deeply

there is no beginning 

 no end

his touch would be magical

not tragical

for surely he's real

and not out for a kill

just look at that face

not a trace of mean

but oh dear, it is Halloween.

MUAHAHAHAHA!

***

Yolanda Renée © 2023

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

DAY "22" OF THE HAUNTING

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 SCARED

It's just an old house

what do you fear?

a mouse

or the ghost of the house

she wanders in the dark

from dusk till dawn

does she say boo

no, she says shoo

you're disturbing her home

the one she roams

so get off your phone

and leave them alone

or you'll be the ghoul

without a soul

for this season

gives them powers

beyond reason

Halloween

makes beautiful ladies mean.

MUAHAHAHAHA!

***

Yolanda Renée © 2023

  

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

 

DAY "13" OF THE HAUNTING

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Paraskevidekatriaphobia

"Do you want to go alligator hunting today?" Greg asked his wife.

Shanna smiled. "You realize it's Friday the 13th."

"I've promised for months now. Besides, you aren't paraskevidekatriaphobia. But if you'd rather wait until next week. I'll consider taking next Friday off, too."

"Are you kidding? I'm not superstitious. I consider the 13th my lucky day. I'm game, let's go. We've been here for a year, and I still haven't seen one, but they're always in the news. I'll get Charlie's lease if you'll get the camera. It's on the table in the den."

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Shanna wandered around the apartment in a daze, then the doorbell rang. After she accepted the delivery of Dahlia Yellow Star, she recalled the last twenty-four hours in detail, and the tears flowed like the water from the spigot.

It wasn't the shock of Greg's death hitting her so hard but the uncalled-for accusations from the detective investigating what he called a brutal murder.

Would he apologize after he viewed the film, or would he still want to prosecute her to the full extent of the law? What a rude bigot of a man, she thought.

When he claimed she had hyperbolized the horrific details of her husband's death. Shanna wanted to knock the dull gold tooth from his mouth. Thank goodness she thought better of it and instead handed her camera to the young lady beside him.

"This shows the exact details of what happened. And nothing I've said was hyperbole. I hand this to you because obviously your youth and gender will ensure a different outcome than what this," she looked at the startled detective, "Neanderthal is hoping for."

Shanna stood. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to make arrangements for Charlie."

"Don't you mean Greg and Charlie?" the Neanderthal asked.

"No. That film will prove my husband tried to feed me to that beast. I'll call Jenny. Apparently, she wanted him. He's all hers, well, what's left of him. If not for Charlie...well, you'll see."

335 Words

Yolanda Renee © 2023

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To bad for Greg

the tables were turned

Shanna didn't die

but he sure got burned

MUAHAHAHAHA!

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FYI: This first appeared on the blog of Sue at Elephant's Child's   Words for

 Wednesday Challenge. But it was perfect for today!

Thank you Sue, for the inspiration!

&

In case you didn't know

 paraskevidekatriaphobia  is the fear of Friday the 13th.

Check out the link to learn how to pronounce it!

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DAY "12" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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WHAT'S YOUR DISH?

Tired of my warnings

But not yet mourning

maybe a tale of death

would take your breath

Didn't I just fulfill your wish

By providing a tantalizing dish

Love unrequited

Did not end reunited

nightmares, my dear

zombies a capital fear

bats that bite and suck,

witches with pluck

I know all your delights

just tell me your frights

and I'll transpire

your every desire

a tale of horror or two

the goal to inspire

all for you

and your muse too

all for the holiday

so come on out and play.

.MUAHAHAHAHA!

***

Yolanda Renee © 2023

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"Thriller" by Michael Jackson

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One Foggy Halloween

Halloween was a dark and dreary night filled with misting rain and fog that moved like ghostly images around the yellow light of the lampposts. It matched my mood, and I went for a walk despite the weather or the late hour. The world was quiet because all the vamps, witches, and goblins, with bellies full of chocolate, were astral projecting through candy-crush dreams.

As the fog closed in and the shadows moved surreptitiously around me, I relished the feel of solitude and silence. I'd just lost a coveted part in the new GT Dragon series. Smarting from the rejection, I was angry for believing my agent when he used words like star and soon-to-be rich and famous.

Sure, I'd appeared in several videos and commercials, even a slasher film, with a scream that won out over fifteen others. But the truth is I'm just an extra. A girl with good legs, a pretty smile, and an award-winning scream. The problem was that I had no desire to be average.

Visibility was low, but I was too caught up in a blue funk to care. With no destination in mind, I walked around and around, block after block. I wasn't lost, just wandering, trying to figure out how to change the future.

"Excuse me, Miss," a deep voice crashed my pity party. Startled, my hand went to my heart, and my breath caught in my throat. Foolishly, I'd assumed I had the world to myself.

The mist seemed to part, and I spotted an incredibly handsome man under the streetlamp. Deep dark eyes, long dark wavy hair. Black jeans and a leather jacket. The clichéd bad boy.

"Don't tell me, you need directions?" I gave him my best "make my day" attitude.

He moved closer. His eyes were hypnotic, his advance slow and easy, and that smile contagious. "I thought you were lost. You've passed by here twice."

"Not directionally lost, just deep in thought," I said as I tried to recall if I had passed by before.

"I'll buy you a drink if you share your thoughts."

"Sure, why not," I agreed, knowing a crowd was safer.

We crossed the street to the Jumpy Jitters. I knew Jess, the owner. As we walked to the corner booth, I introduced myself.

"I'm Drake. Nice to meet you, Clara," he said, then took my hand in his and kissed the back of my hand. His eyes were mesmerizing, and his touch sent warm tingles through my body. I swallowed air. My whole body flushed.

He chuckled. "I've never seen anyone blush so easily."

I slid into my seat and removed my jacket. "It's too warm in here." Embarrassed and questioning my reaction, I fanned my face. Sure, the guy was handsome, but I've seen plenty of attractive, and no, I've never felt that electric spark with anyone else. It had to be a fluke. Too much static in the air. I changed the subject. "So, what has you hanging out in the fog in a small town like Carlisle on Halloween night?"

Before he could answer, the waitress asked for our order. I ordered a drink I could sip all night, a Black Russian. Mr. Suave ordered a bottle of Jack and a draft. I grinned. "Don't tell me, you're nursing a broken heart?"

"No. The bottle is for my grandmother. She's a spry old lady that likes a nip once in a while. Halloween's her favorite holiday. You should have seen her with the kiddos. They loved her costume and that cackle of hers. Scares them every time."

"That's sweet. You're visiting from where?"

"Chicago. I'm a pilot."

For two hours, we conversed like old friends. When Jess turned the lights up and said, "last call," I felt cheated. Drake was an intriguing man."

Drake offered to walk me home, but I said "no" too quickly. It seemed the safest option. "I'll catch a ride with Jess. He lives near me. It was nice meeting you. I hope we run into one another next time you're in town."

"If it's in my power, we will," he said with a sly smile. "May I kiss you goodnight?"

I blushed again, and he took it as a yes. But damn, that man can kiss. I'd never, ever been kissed so well. An immediate addiction, I wanted more. My heart pounded, and I could barely catch my breath.

Drake wished me sweet dreams, then, too quickly, he was gone. After the last patron left, I asked Jess for a ride home, but he had to do the floors, and I didn't feel like waiting.

Walking out in the night air was a rude awakening. The fog had thickened, but I pulled up my collar and started a quick pace home.

Half an hour later, I realized home was blocks away and in the opposite direction. I was standing on a street where the only visible house still had lit Halloween decorations. The fog gave the scene a macabre look.

"Did you follow me?" Drake's voice broke through the fog of my confusion."

"No, honest. I… oh God, I'm not drunk. I know what street I live on. How did I get here?"

Drake, laughingly, said, "I told you Grandma was a witch?"

"Yes, but…a…real…witch?"

"Is there any other kind?"

I still hadn't spotted him in the fog. "Where are you?"

He put his arms around me from behind and whispered. "Right here, beautiful."

I turned. One look into those alluring eyes, and we were locked in a kiss. The passion was all-consuming, as though we'd been lovers for years. I surrendered completely when he began whisper-soft kisses behind my ear and down my neck. Adrift in the passion of his touch and lost in desires I'd never experienced before, I could have sworn we were floating high above the city.

***

A year later, Drake and I married. He flies jets, I'm still an extra, and Granny's is our favorite Halloween hideout.

999 Words

Tagline: The power of a kiss

Yolanda Renée © 2022

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Has a kiss ever curled your toes?

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BLOODY MARY

MY NEXT VICTIM THIS HALLOWEEN

IS JULIA PRESS SIMMONS!

Thanks, Julia, for agreeing to be part of the fun.

Without further ado presenting Julia's

Halloween Interview & Flash Fiction Challenge

1.  You're born on Halloween and have the ghostly evil super powers of one of the following: The Ghost from Poltergeist, The Frankenstein Monster, The Mummy, The most Evil of Witches, The Devil himself, Freddy Kruger, Pumpkin Head, Michael from Halloween, or Jason from Friday the 13^th. Alternatively, if you prefer, pick one of your own. Otherwise, tell us which one you would choose and why? No friendly ghosts allowed! You're to wreak havoc in this scenario!

“My name is Marana I am the vampire regent of The First clan of The First Men. You may know me as Bloody Mary. Marana smiled. You may have unknowingly had a drink in my honor.” She ran her sharp black nails down the throat of the crying man kneeling before her. She pricked the nape of his neck, and then bent over to lick the blood that sprouted there.  “I was turned on All Hallows’ Eve two thousand years ago by a weak twaddle of a vamp named David. He had designs on ruling The First Clan. He sought to turn as many people in to succubus as he could in order to overthrow the former regent. He was my first kill.”

The line of newly turned vampires writhed with excitement from seeing the blood of the weeping man. Their fangs descended and their eyes morphed into reptilian slits, but their fear of Marana kept them in place.

Marana wrapped her hand around her prey’s neck and lifted him off  his feet. She turned to the newborn vampires. “David's plan was sound, but his ambitions were paltry. Why seek to rule a clan when you can rule the world?” She threw the man at the feet of her newborns, and launched herself into the air. *Feed now, my children, you will need all the strength you can muster in the days ahead.*

***COMING SOON***

2.  The Zombie Apocalypse is going to occur this Halloween and for 48 hours, the world is thrown into chaos. Live through it and consider yourself lucky, you've been warned. What is your first step, especially as no one else knows or believes you? Do you leave family behind and seek shelter to ride it out, or do you try to save your family? How and why?

I’ve actually played the Zombie apocalypse scenario in my head many, many times. (I’m a huge Walking Dead fan) If it actually goes down this Halloween I would definitely save my family, all of my family. Some would be saved because I love them dearly and others will be used as zombie fodder. I will accomplish this by using all of the techniques I’ve learned from Rick and Darrel from the show.

3.  Why is Halloween a favorite holiday, or not a favorite, and if it isn't why did you participate in this query? Come on; tell us your biggest most secret Halloween fantasy!

Sadly Halloween is not my favorite holiday, but it is in the big three… Christmas, and Thanksgiving being the first two… obviously. Even though All Hallows’ Eve doesn’t take the top spot, it remains near and dear to me wee little heart. I love every stinking thing about it. Costumes and Candy, man, what’s not to love??? And, if you think about it, Halloween is the most generous of holidays. It is the only time that you buy things for complete strangers, and that’s sweet ß Do you see what I did there?

Now the fun part: Finish the story. I've given you the first 100 words. Provide us with the rest, but please hold the number to 750 words or less unless the restriction is just impossible then no more than 1000 words. The winner will receive a $10 Amazon gift card. The contest will be judged by another lover of the horror genre, the person to be announced later. The winner will be posted no later than a week after Halloween!

DESPERATION HOLLER

Jerry sauntered along Desperation Holler Road that earlier echoed with the excited shouts of ghosts and ghouls as the children scrambled from house to house in colorful and frightening costumes.

Dusk dissolved into the blackest of nights as the little monsters disappeared into the shelter of the brightly lit houses with their chocolate goodies.

Jerry smiled, even suppressed laughter, because he knew there was no refuge, not in Desperation Holler on this most evil of Halloweens.

Concealed by the dark limbs of deformed trees and invasive ivy, the innocuous little cabin looked abandoned, but Jerry knew better. 

The witches abode . . .

He stared at the house in disbelief, pulled a pack of Newports out of his breast pocket, and fished out a smoke. Putting the cigarette in his mouth, he patted all of his pockets for his lighter, and then rolled his eyes when he remembered giving it away to a pretty lady who needed a light.

That’s just great, Jerry, he thought while spitting the cigarette onto the street. You get to face another evil witch without nicotine, caffeine, or whiskey. You’re batting a thousand tonight.

Crossing himself, he murmured a little prayer and then walked towards the witch’s lair.

The front door swung open as he walked up the porch steps. Jerry smirked slightly and pulled his crossbow from his back pack. “Looks like someone is expecting me,” he said softly. He walked in the house slowly raising his bow. “Honey, I’m home,” he shouted as he entered the foyer.

          The lights flickered and died just as the front door slammed and locked behind him. Jerry sighed. This is going to suck, he thought while straining to make out the room he was in.

          “This is no way to treat a slayer,” he shouted into the darkness. “Why don’t you come on out in the open, and take this bow to the heart like a good little witch?”

          A maniacal laugh sliced through the air.

          Jerry raised his bow and took the stairs two at a time, following the sound of the witch’s voice.

          “You are no match for me, slayer.” The witch stepped into the hall, and Jerry stopped dead in his tracks.

She was stunning.

Her skin was as smooth and as delicate as porcelain. Her thick black hair fell in waves to her waist. She wore a blood red gown that hung to the floor, hugged her curves, and showed an impressive amount of cleavage.

Jerry smiled. “Did you get dressed up for me, sweetheart?”

“Time to die, slayer,” She hissed. She threw her hands up in the air and lightning bolts streaked from her fingertips.

Jerry frowned up at the streaks of lightning as they hit the ceiling and ignited into flames. “Now, that is impressive.” He shot an arrow straight at the witch’s heart.

The witch flicked her wrist and sent the arrow sailing back. Jerry swatted it away with his bow. The witch screamed and let the lightning shower down on him. It had no effect.

A slow smile spread across his lips as he watched the realization of what he truly was wash over her. “Your spells don’t work on me, dear,” he said as he took an arrow out of the bow, and rushed her.

She turned away from him, hiked up her skirt, and tried to make a run for it, but he caught her by her hair and yanked her off her feet. She clawed at his hands, but could not break his hold. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began the ancient incantation to summon a daemon to fight for her.

“Oh, no you don’t, sweetheart” Jerry said. He smashed his fist into her mouth, breaking several of her teeth, and then savagely plunged the arrow in her heart. She grunted once, gripped the arrow sticking out of her chest, and then faded away into nothingness.

Jerry stood up, wiped the sweat off his brow. One down, twelve more to go… 

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Meet Julia

I love the written word more than cooked food, and that's saying a lot. I write because I have too (It's the only way to silence the voices). There is always a story going on in my head, so if you see me in public I'll probably be scribbling furiously in a notebook. Strawberry Mansion, my first novel, is semi-autobiographical (I am Tabitha in the story). It was a very painful part of my life that I felt an overwhelming need to give voice to. I've changed a few things to protect the guilty, and to add a bit of distance from myself and the story. I love that book. It's a sort of snapshot of my journey into adulthood. Although the characters are young, it’s filled with adult content, bad language, sex, drugs and rock and roll. You're gonna love it, or at least I hope you will! 

Begonia Brown, my sophomore novel, is street fiction at its finest. I am very proud of this book. It is the hood as I recognize it, minus the glitz and glam... I pushed the envelope with Begonia. I felt free to tell ugly truths, because the book isn't about me, It's about where I come from. Begonia Brown, although it was hard to write, is one helluva ride as is the follow up, Violet Strawberry Mansion 3. My latest novel, Fornication Volume One takes place in the heart of North Philadelphia on a small block in a run-down house. It is the tale of five dangerous women. They are part of an elite prostitution ring that has run its course. I aim to tell you how the ring was broken. What else is there to say about me? I am a mom, a poet, a nurse, a playwright, a scifi geek, a lover of all things fantasy, a junk food junkie, and a facebook addict. until next time Julia

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So awesome, Julia!

I can see Hugh Jackman right now, uh, I mean Van Helsing.

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Thanks so much for providing us with some new frights!

Congratulations on

The Bloody Mary Coven! 

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THE AUTHOR'S SPOTLIGHT

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Christine Rains is the winner of Julia's Book!

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