“This way, this way!”

Charlie followed the skeleton.

“What’s your name?” he asked, in between breaths.

“My friends used to call me Marion, once upon a time… And you?”

“Charlie!”

“Charmed, I’m sure! Now, quickly! No time for dilly-dallying!”

“Where are we going?” whispered Charlie.

“Away from him. Away from them. Bad, bad – they’re all bad!”

“Who are?”

Marion stopped and placed a skeletal hand on his shoulder. Charlie shivered. “Why, the other dead, of course! Today is their day. I—well, our day, I suppose… And if they catch you—oh, no!” He squeezed. “You have to hide!”

This is part fourteen of a larger story for Halloween. All sections are in the form of a 99-word story. Check back tomorrow for part fifteen!

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