October is one of my favorite and most dreaded months. I love the change in color as Earth sheds the flourish of summer. Whips of cold air and rustling of crinkled leaves sets up the perfect time to immerse ones self in horror stories.
Halloween brings with it the closest this reality comes to that of the spirit world and lost tales of ancient cultures linger in witches, werewolves, and vampires.
Its the perfect time to have some fun.
So check out Cover Girls Spooktoberfest and fill your lunch break with a quick read.
Leaves dripped from the trees. Black smog reached higher in the distance.
Seven skulls rested before me on a stone alter. Left to right each was its own color: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. And each one glowed.
“Choose one,” said Magenta. She’d waited her whole for this moment.
The wind picked up and the empty sockets of her eyes whistled with each gust. She leaned in from the other side. “Pick one.”
The sky darkened and the leaves blew of the trees like a birthday candle being blown out.
I turned 16 last night and here I stand before her, the bones of the guardian herself.
“Pick on!” she hissed.
I tightened my fingers around the machete at my side.
“Choose one,” her voice became a whisper against the wind. “Choose one before the magic is gone.”
I grabbed the second one to the right, the one that glowed indigo.
The ground began to shake, the alter cracked. The other skulls went dim and dark. I clenched mine to my chest. The wind picked up.
Magenta stretched to the sky, like I was sinking into the ground, into the crack spreading from the alter to my feet.
I stepped back and fell backwards.
The smog rushed into the crack, pulling, tugging me up—toward the world, from the darkness.
But I didn’t want to go. I arched my back, allowing gravity to push me further and deeper into the earth.
Yesterday I blew out my candles, wishing for something different. Magenta had crawled into my room and offered me everything I’d wanted. Now I was falling and death was swallowing me whole. I didn’t fear it any longer. I knew it was coming. It’d always been coming. Now seconds away from it—it didn’t feel so scary.
I clung to the skull in my hands. The indigo glow left the skull and seeped into my fingertips.
I let go of the skull. I let go of my fear. And I fell.
The impact forced my eyes shut and when I opened them, there was no smog. There was nothing but my brother’s tombstone.
I wanted to trade the skull, the gift, for him. I sat up, brushing the leaves off me.
“You ready to go?” said Magenta. Her eye sockets were filled with bright, beautiful eyes. Her hands were stuffed in her pockets, a nervous tick.