Bite-Sized Halloween #7: Little Did They Know…


As the townsfolk laughed and danced and drank, something was happening up on the hill of the cemetery.

Things were waking.

Soil shifted. Coffins creaked. Tombs groaned. Crypt doors squeaked.

Moans filled the quietness.

The crows cawed and fluttered their wings and ruffled their feathers – almost in anticipation of what was to come. But the birds kept their distance. They had learned their lesson.

As the clocks ­tick-tocked their way towards midnight, the things long-dead rose from their slumber. Their time was drawing near; the point when the veil between worlds was the thinnest.

The witching hour fast approached.


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

Previous parts: #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5 | #6

Bite-Sized Halloween #6: When Fingers Slip


People were pushing and shoving; trying to get a better view. Charlie had lost sight of the man. Why had his face frightened him so? After all, everyone here was dressed as a monster.

Charlie was shoved from behind. His father’s hand tightened around his own. “Stay near me, Charlie – it’d be easy to get lost here!” he shouted over the racket.

As if on cue, a group of teenagers dressed as werewolves barrelled into the crowd, knocking the child and separating the pair.

Through all the commotion, nobody heard the quiet voice, wracked with despair: “Have you seen my daddy?”


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

Previous parts: #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5

Bite-Sized Halloween #5: In a Heartbeat


The music was upbeat and infectious. The drums thudded – he could feel the thundering bass inside his chest. There were also brass instruments filling out the upper frequencies – trombones, horns… and was that a saxophone?

Charlie was engrossed in the booming parade of family-friendly horror and knee-slapping comedy. He didn’t notice the man staring at him. At least, not right away.

When he did look around, Charlie instantly locked eyes with the stranger. His stomach dropped and the hairs on his body stood on end. The parade’s din faded as if it were underwater.

The man had dead eyes.


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

Previous parts: #1 | #2 | #3 | #4

Bite-Sized Halloween #4: A Town Alive


With bags full of sweets, Charlie and his daddy meandered into the town square, to see the parade.

“Great vampire guise, Graham!” said a stranger.

“Fangs!” replied his daddy, sounding like Dracula.

Charlie grabbed fistfuls from his haul, filtering out the those which had no wrapper by touch alone. He shovelled the sugary goodness into his mouth – knowing he’d have to brush his teeth extra hard tonight.

His daddy guided him through the crowd. So many people, thought the boy, as he munched on the candies. Every resident wore a veil of the macabre.

Not everyone was in costume.


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

Previous parts: #1 | #2 | #3

Bite-Sized Halloween #3: An October Evening


“Don’t be too late, okay?”

“Sure, Honey.” There was a smack of a kiss.

And then they were outside, the air crisp and cool – the way a Halloween night should feel. Charlie sniffed. He could smell smoke and bonfires. He grinned.

“And have fun!” said his mother – the last words he’d ever hear from her.

“Will do!” his daddy called back, as he opened the gate.

The pair slipped out onto the street; father and son. In every direction, Charlie could see colourful lights, draped decorations and candlelit pumpkins carved into faces.

“Now this,” said his daddy, “is Halloween!”


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

Previous parts: #1 | #2

Bite-Sized Halloween #2: Daddy

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Daddy was home, at long last. He entered the front door like a whirlwind, kicking off his shoes, wriggling out of his coat, dropping his briefcase right there. Charlie knew he was equally as excited for that evening.

Graham hugged his son, cheeks rough like sandpaper. “Ready for tonight, Charlie?” he asked with a grin.

“Yup!” Charlie said, dancing on the spot. In his arms he cradled his outfit.

“Got your costume sorted?”


A pause. “Is that one of the good sheets?” He chuckled. “Don’t tell mom!”


“Let’s get ready! We’re going to have a boo-tiful Halloween!”


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

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Bite-Sized Halloween #1: Preparation

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He spent all day snipping away at the blanket – it had to be just right, and it had to be done by him alone. The boy even refused his mother’s help. When he tried it on in front of the mirror, he squealed with glee. His vision was partly obscured, but that was okay. It was the look that mattered. “A ghost,” he whispered to himself.

Charlie could feel the restlessness in the air. His treat bag was ready, as was his tummy. He kept checking the clock for when daddy would be home.

Tonight, they were going trick-or-treating.


This is part one of a larger story for Halloween. All sections will be in the form of a 99-word story. Check back tomorrow for part two!

It’s That Time of Year Again!

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What’s that I hear you say? “Josh, we had no idea that Halloween was your favourite holiday! That’s so unexpected! Who’d have guessed that the lunatic who has an unhealthy obsession with horror likes Halloween? Not me!”

Alas, it is true. Halloween and October are my most treasured times of year. The burnt-orange leaves that scatter and make skittering noises as the wind ushers them down the streets. The acrid perfume of bonfires and fireworks lingering in the air. The cooler temperatures, the thick jumpers, the hugging scarfs. And, of course, All Hallow’s Eve.

I love all things Halloween. The movies, the music, the TV specials, the books, the decorations, the costumes. All of it. All of it. From the legitimately terrifying stuff to the kid-friendly goofy stuff. It simply warms the cold, cobwebby recesses of my heart.

So, to celebrate, Bite-Sized Horror will undergo a special Halloween theme for the rest of this month! I’m not sure how many posts there’ll be, but there’s going to be an underlying connection to them — perhaps even one overarching story. I think I may stray from my two-sentence rule — maybe I’ll play around with the 99-word structure I’ve recently come to love (check out CarrotRanch’s weekly prompts!). If I (temporarily) abandon the two-sentence shocker, I’ll probably not post every day, due to time constraints… But we’ll see — I think I’m going to wing it, and see where my dark, rotten soul leads me.

Additionally, I’ll be sharing parts of my other creative passion as well: music. I play a few different instruments and I love composing. Unsurprisingly, I adore horror soundtracks — particularly the works of John Carpenter. Writing music (especially creepy, horror-themed electronica) is one of my most enjoyable pastimes — so I’ll be posting tidbits, here and there, when the mood is right and the moon is full.

So keep your eyes peeled and your ear to the ground — terrible things are lurking in the shadows.

‘Visit’: A story in 99 words

Gusts of wind moaned through the skeletal trees, scattering the burnt-orange leaves across the graves.

“That time of year again, Frank?”


“Same as last year?”

“Same as every year, Harry.”


The wind wailed between the headstones, shrieking like a ghoul.

Harry cleared his throat. “Well… maybe they forgot?”

“Twenty-seven years in a row?”

“I—well, maybe not…”

“Yeah, maybe not.”

The gale was picking up speed now. The town’s citizens would be battening down the hatches.

Frank was changing, too. Becoming. Tattered skin and rotten flesh were stitching themselves together again.

“This year,” he said, “they’ll remember.”


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Written in response to CarrotRanch’s September 26, 2019, prompt: unremembered.