Subject: Scary Without the Violence
Setting: Anywhere that isn’t covered in bodies and blood
Time Period: Whenever you’d like
Length: Let’s keep it short
Restrictions: no blood, no guts, no horrifically disturbing images
Pete sat on his couch watching the football game on TV. He reached over sticking his hand into a half-eaten bag of chips, plucking them into his mouth as pieces fell onto the white T-shirt he wore. He yelled his frustrations to the TV when his team made a fumble, as if the couch or anyone actually at the game could hear him. Pete had money riding on this and had considered it a sure thing. However, as the game played on he came to terms that he would likely never see his hundred dollars again.
He sighed heavily and reached over to grab the bottle of beer on this table and took a drink hoping it would help numb the pain of his loss. He noticed long dog hair stuck to the wet bottom of the bottle and batted it away with his hand. The hair reminded him of his promise he made to himself this year, and he hung his head in contemplation. Last year had been a massacre and he couldn’t bear dealing with that again. The images quickly flashed back to his mind almost making him drop his bottle. “No!” he cried, throwing the beer bottle across the room. “Never again!”
His heart raced as he fumed at himself, desperately trying to clear the images from his head. He looked over at the chains on the wall next to his chair hoping it would be enough to hold the beast. He looked outside seeing the day light of late of afternoon. There was still time. Today was Halloween and he knew the neighborhood children wouldn’t be around until early evening. Pete took a deep breath trying to calm is nerves. He focused back on the TV as the game drew to a close. Although his team had no chance to recover, the money he was about to lose no longer had any meaning to him.
The several beers he had drank, the bag of chips he ate and the lack of excitement of the game caused him to become drowsy and he soon slept. Pete abruptly woke with a sharp pain in his abdomen. What! He looked up at the TV that was showing a Cop drama. Where’d the game go? He frantically looked outside to see the darkened sky and the full moon rising in the distance. No, no, it can’t be time already!
His doorbell rang and he could hear the voices of the children laughing and talking. panic stricken, he rushed to the wall doubled over in pain. His teeth clenched and sweet rolled down his face. He struggled to place his hands in the cuffs attached to the chain and could just barely shut it as he fell to the floor convulsing. He looked up trying to place his other hand in the cuff but his body shook uncontrollably. No… He lay on the floor desperately trying to fight the transformation.
The cool evening in the small town was filled with the sounds of laughter from the children dressed in their costumes running from house to house. The night was hushed by screams of horror and anguish … and then howling.