A Weird Halloween Story....

[Willard]

Well, I got thinking about Halloween tonight, and decided to write a short story about how this guy got really ugly. It's first-person. Post how you like it!

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How I Got So Ugly

In the words of monster Shank O'Shae





You're probably thinking as I stand here across from you, "What the heck happened to that guy?" I can tell by the way you're staring at me. A lot of people think that too. Well, if you're so curious, I'll tell you my story. Here goes.

Once, long ago, I was but a wee handsome lad, about 12 years of age. My father was a shepherd, and he'd have my brother and I help tend the sheep. (My favorite sheep was a female named Betty. She had a red nose.) When we would fence the sheep in for the night, sometimes the howls of nasty creatures in the forest could be heard.

Then, after a few months, when my father, brother, and I went out in themorn to herd the sheep, a dead lamb was lying on the ground. My father said it was disease, but the bite marks on its neck and belly told me that it had died of something else.

This went on for many months. Every night, another sheep or lamb was killed, but none were actually eaten. There were just the same bite marks on the neck and belly. I noticed that there was a musty, foul animal smell lingering about the bodies. We threw them all into the swamp, which was just below the end of our field. I couldn't tell exactly, but there seemed to be a whole lot more growling coming from the forest.

Then, one dark, stormy night, something terrible happened. My father kepy all of his money in a locked shed (the nearest bank was 72 miles away). The shed was about 10 feet high, and was roughly 13 feet long. My father kept huge metal buckets (with spouts on the bottoms) on top of the shed's flat roof to collect rainwater for drinking. It was a great idea, except for the fact that the metal buckets attracted lightning. That night, there was a huge flash; the shed exploded into flames, and along with that exploded all of our money. With no more money to buy food at the nearby village market (we couldn't eat our herd of sheep, father wouldn't allow that), we had to scrounge up out dinners, eating what we found in the woods. Finally, there was no more left. My father, brother, and I were all starving. We decided to go to the swamp and eat the dead sheep, for we all knew that they did not die of disease.

It was a bright evening when we traveled to the swamp. The moon illuminated the wet grass, making it look almost daylight. It felt eerie, for the growling and snarling stopped when we got within a few hundred yards from the swamp; almost as if something knew we were coming, and was waiting for us. I had also just remembered that it was All Hallow's Eve, or Halloween, as they call it today.

We then crossed the edge of the field and entered the swamp. Mud stuck on my boots, briars scratched my arms. After a while, we came to the spot where we had dumped the sheep. The musty smell came to my nose again, and the moonlight shone down particularly bright here. Try as we might, we could not find the sheep.

"This is exactly where we left them!" exclaimed my brother. He shrugged. "Animals must have eaten them already."

Then, out of nowhere, a furry hand laid itself on my shoulder. I could feel hot, stinky breath on my neck. It smelled the same as the stench lingering about the dead sheep. I screamed and immediately bolted in the direction of the field. Hearing my shriek, my realtives did the same. I could hear something crashing through the woods behind us; and then, as we neared the field, it was joined by three others. Another of them sprinted around and jumped in front of us. Against the moonlit sky, I could see its features clearly. A furry face, blunted nose, pointed teeth, hunched back, and sharp claws gave its identity away. Our crazed attackers were were-wolves!

"Aauuuooo!" it howled. The others responded. It began moving towards us, the other werewolves advancing from the rear. We were trapped! It seemed hopeless, but my father then did something that was very heroic. I still admire him for that. He ran towards the werewolves behind us, screaming at the top of his lungs. All of the creatures dove for him, but he dodged. He ran back towards the place with the bright moonlight, where we had dumped the sheep earlier, leading the werewolves away from my brother and I. We made a run for the cabin in which we lived.

As we ran, I could hear the helpless bleats of the sheep. We neared the cabin, and out of the corner of my eye I saw something that made me gasp. Hundreds of werecreatures- Werecats, Wereskunks, Werewolves, Wererats, were inside the fencing, killing the sheep. I stopped my brother. "Look!" I whispered.

Then we both saw something horrible. Over the hill came marching dozens- maybe even hundreds of sheep. As they came closer, I noticed that they had red eyes! "Weresheep!" cried my brother.

We ran into the cabin and bolted the doors. I could hear the creatures clawing on the front door. My brother and I were both trembling. He suggested that we retreat to my brother's bedroom. As we did, I could hear the front door begin to crack. "Quickly!" I said. We ran inside and locked that door too.

When we got inside my brother's room, we sighed. It would be very hard for them to get in here now. Just as we began to relax a little, a voice behind us said "Surprise, surprise."

We both turned. It was my old sheep, Betty. But now she was a enormous were-sheep, and she was laying on my brother's bed! Her red nose looked like it was almost glowing. "Time to end this boys," she growled.

"Wait!" I asked. "Couldn't you please tell us what is happening here?"

"Very well," she said. "Long ago, a were-turtle escaped from a nearby circus. Ever since then, it has been infecting other animals, turning them into werebeasts too. It has spread like a disease all over this forest, and now all of the animals in the town are werebeasts. Too bad it won't spread all over the country very fast, because those that are infected by a werebeast on Halloween night only become werebeasts on Halloween night. The rest of the year, they're just really ugly!"

"Y-you won't infect us, would you?" asked my brother.

"Why wouldn't I? I hope you don't like trick-or-treating! Hahaha! Ba-a-aa-a!"

"Oh no!!" I shrieked. Betty then attacked. She did a belly-flop onto my brother, and sank her teeth into his neck. "Aaahhh!" I unlocked the door and ran into the living room.

Just as I passed the front door, it shattered into splinters of wood. The werebeasts poured into the room, and attacked me. A huge wereskunk slashed me across the face twice, clawed my neck, and bit my arm.

Ever since then, I've been a Halloween werebeast. And that's why I am so ugly, except on Halloween night. Then, I'm just hungry and stinky!

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How did you like it? Oh, BTW, the spaces were supposed to be paragraph indentations, but because the indentations wouldn't show up, I just put spaces.

[ 10-16-2002, 08:32 PM: Message edited by: Willard ]

[Andrew Mcveigh]

i like it! very good story, and i love halloween! i love this time of the year!!!!!!!!!!!

Very cool story!
That's a great one to tell to kids at a Halloween night party!
Good Job!
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[Willard]

LOL! Thanks guys! Just a BUMP to allow other people to see this.....

[T/-/alali]

Now I can make an excuse for the way my face looks. [img]tongue.gif[/img]

J/king good story. Little Rudolph weresheep.

[Willard]

LOL! I'd rather be a weresheep than a wereskunk...... [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Are there really such things in mythology?

[ 10-18-2002, 07:24 PM: Message edited by: Willard ]

[Redblueflare]

Originally posted by Willard: LOL! I'd rather be a weresheep than a wereskunk...... [img]tongue.gif[/img] Are there really such things in mythology?

I'd rather be a werewolf all year round... [img]tongue.gif[/img] Nice story Willard I love werewolves! [img]smile.gif[/img] Weresheep... LMAO!