Tales for Halloween

Who doesn't enjoy a nice, spooky story told around a campfire or by candlelight? Or fun little tales about monsters, particularly at Halloween!Tales For Halloween covers both ends of that spectrum, from chilling to goofy.Four tribute shots to the monsters of yesteryear, and two fright-filled short stories; Spookhunt, and I Live Here Now.Spookhunt:The forest was haunted. It was known. Health-conscious hikers and bikers might skirt the forest's edge, but few ventured inside.Because of...
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Who doesn't enjoy a nice, spooky story told around a campfire or by candlelight? Or fun little tales about monsters, particularly at Halloween!Tales For Halloween covers both ends of that spectrum, from chilling to goofy.Four tribute shots to the monsters of yesteryear, and two fright-filled short stories; Spookhunt, and I Live Here Now.Spookhunt:The forest was haunted. It was known. Health-conscious hikers and bikers might skirt the forest's edge, but few ventured inside.Because of the hauntings.Like many such sites around the world, just what was in the woods changed from generation to generation. Great-grandparents had feared an alleged farm filled with crazed albinos. Grandparents, however, were terrified of an escaped lunatic who roamed those same woods in a gorilla mask, killing indiscriminately any who crossed his path. Parents, meanwhile, had screamed at the trees to avoid the Goatman, who had honest-to-God been seen by the friend of a friend's cousin once.However, this generation was savvier than their ancestors had been. Feeling nearly invincible, with their smartphones and Internet. Nothing was in those woods that Google couldn't disprove.So they often went into the woods - drinking what they could steal, smoking whatever they got their hands on - laughingly daring whatever was there to show itself.Until it did.* * *I Live Here NowIt's Halloween night at Wyngarde Manor.The annual party, with all the trappings, is taking place. An old house -- the hands that built it long dead -- Wyngarde Manor knows you're there. It sees you inside, skittering along its rooms and hallways. Usually, you'd be safe between its walls. However, the house is sick. Someone has poisoned it with murderous intent, and now it must act accordingly.None may see morning.* * *Monsters, a house that's aware, and creepy things in the woods, all brought to you by one Michael Gideon.