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."

*****

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."

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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!

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DAY "11" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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Olly Olly Oxen Free!

Olly olly oxen free. Hide and seek is over. I won. Why won't you appear? Death is no deterrent.

I hear your final words. Nightmares that haunt asleep or awake. You said you'd always love me. I remember your lovely whisper as blood gushed from my first slash on your delicate throat.

You even said you'd forgive me before my blade sank deep into your heart. And as I covered my body with your blood, you promised to always be mine. Forever and always, that's what you vowed.

Did you lie? Have you deceived me? Where are you, my love?

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100 words

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MUAHAHAHAHA!

Another shift

to my murderous gift

one hundred words

for all you nerds!

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DAY "10" OF THE HAUNTING

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Crazy Faces

A bit silly, you say

but give crazy its sway

there are many ways

to receive my gift

not all are so thrilling

many quite chilling

becoming a goon

howling at the moon

seeing ghosts

watch out

fangs could mark your host

a wart on the nose

belies the hostess with the most

deranged, totally insane

is our sweet plain Jane

but this time of the year

everyone's a bit queer

get ready, dear friends

for all that Halloween portends.

MUAHAHAHAHA!

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DAY "9" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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You'll Do My Bidding

Think I'm kidding

do I look like a fool

don't mess with me

I'll take you to school

the fright is coming

prepare for a dunning

don't delay

a sacrifice may help

muahahahahahah

you stupid welp

you hold no power

but we love your attempt

to keep us at bay

however when we come out to play

the only thing that holds sway

is your soul

the one you'll sell

don't worry, all will be well

for the devil rules

which you'll see 

as  life unfolds!

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DAY "8" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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Oh, The Fun!

The days count down

my numbers increase

my smile lengthens

and yours decrease

are the signs getting to you

am I making a dent

it's the month of evil

my haven

cheer up, dear one

see what you've won

dancing bones

rotting flesh

or burning alone?

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DAY "7" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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Did you like yesterday's story?

shall I give you the answer

or make you wait another day

okay

you win

a drabble

one hundred words

that tells it all.

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Black Magic

When I woke, a blue bottle on the nightstand told me the dream was true.

My lover's pillow was cold. What lie would be told today? I hid the bottle in my pocket and went about my day.

He claimed work kept him but vowed his undying love.

His favorite dinner I served with the blue bottle powder liberally spread. Would he now be my beau or a gargoyle of stone?

He ate, and a declaration of love was made.                           Photo by Donovan Reeves on Unsplash

Nothing changed, and I knew I'd won my man.

Then the full moon rose and a gargoyle I owned.

MUAHAHAHAHA!

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