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Heads or Tails this week:
Tell a scary story (Real or otherwise)
Here is a short story I published long long ago.  It continues to be on my personal website that was started back in the 90s when there wasn't such a thing as blogs. I just copied it and pasted it here as it appears on my web site sans the animated graphics of course.
It's entitled October Moon©
[please, do not steal or copy]
On this October night, I find myself walking
through the country fields, into the forest
entertaining the thoughts of a costume party I am to attend.
My chiffon gown radiates silvery blue in the light
of the autumn moon.
It billows ghostlike with the breeze.
Toting my silken slippers in hand, I walk on.
Through the thin wispy clouds
moonbeams guide me toward the trees.
Ahead, the forest entices.
As my foot falls, the sea of grasses yields
to my step.
With each stride, down-like seeds from the golden blades
beneath me take flight.
From a distance a dog barks, echoing back to me.
Now before me the thicket stands.
Into the woods I cautiously trespass.
A haunting whisper of wind casts a spell.
Blinded by the gloom, I stop.
Something's lurking within for
the odor of musk I perceive.
As I advance, a faint touch to my shoulder I feel.
Should I continue or should I run and take leave?
I find courage and persevere...deeper into the forest
I know so well.
Convincingly I say to myself
"You know this wood, you've been here before.
A hundred times, at least".
Farther I go forward, heart racing inside.
That touch to my shoulder....imagination or real?
In the pitchy surroundings there's a snap of a
dried twig behind me.
I twirl around, gulping breath as I find focus.
Through the darkened skeletal branches red, firey, eyes
are piercing my now chilled flesh.
With undescribable fright, I scream! I close my eyes and
hide them from further viewing with my clenched fists.
Again, in haste, I find my footing. I swivel to my left, running.
As I run away, low pine branches scratch and cut my face.
I breathlessly try to leave before I am captured. I glance
over my shoulder. The malevolent eyes...they've vanished!
A hidden rock jutting from the dried pine needles and fallen leaves
trips me. I fall to the damp odorous forest floor.
The fragrance of musty,
decaying grasses and leaves permeates, entering my every pore.
From fright, I don't know, but I lose consciousness,
laying nearly face down on the ground.
Then, for maybe what was hour, or just minutes, I am awakened!
A damp warm cloth is wiping across my scored face, bringing me back to reality.
Slowly opening my eyes, I see through the haze a white creature, with eyes
reflecting red from the night's dim light at my face! As I labor to rise,
the leaves and dried twigs have a muted sound now, and I watch it run from me.
My muddled senses and quiet thudding of hoofbeats tell me it is a horse....white, and ghostly!
As I find balance, I once again hurriedly
try to escape the heavy and dangerous canopy from above.
I look up for an assurance of the moonlight to guide me.
The glow of the autumn moon is faint. The color of a ripe pumpkin.
A brisk gust of wind hums through the boughs and I am startled.
I feel deep regret of such a venture on such a night.
I pick up my pace, glancing down to the ground.
My bare feet are streaked with small cuts and covered with my own dried blood.
Leaving this retched place, going back home to its warmth would be oh so good.
I continue, inhaling and exhaling with a little more ease with each step out.
Every sound I hear is magnified in my horror.
At one point, I caught myself thinking...this forest, I don't recall
it being so deep, so vast.
I must leave this wood, get out in the wheat fields, and do it now...
get out...and get out fast!
Minutes pass like hours!
Moonrays from the orange orb overhead grow darker.
The witching hour is near.
Feeling lost and quite abandoned, I cut through the trees
at a fork in the forest's growth.
Movement of the branches breeze!
Searching for the way, stillness becomes deafening.
I sit on a jagged stump of a fallen oak. Aching. Tears of exhaustion and
anxieties drop from my eyes onto my muddied chiffon.
From behind me, deeper into the darkness, I hear a spine chilling scream.
No where to go, but run! Run as fast as my achy legs and bloodied feet can
carry me. Out from this terror!
As I run, the woods become blacker. Mist begins to fall around me. Dampness.
I was a lost soul.
I knew not where I was.
Then, voices I hear. Happy voices!
Not far from me.
Again I stand and listen. Yes! I hear them,
just over the hill, somewhere near me.
I step up my cantor and traipse on.
Finally, a clearing in the wood.
The fog of the night, surrounds my soul as I leave
the darkness of the forest.
Listening through the misty grayness of night
the voices again come to my ear.
With each step, laughter & sounds grow clearer and more distinct.
I must be near town, at last heading to the party!
Through the drizzle, they call me.
An iron gate soon appears.
Laughter, human voices. Fun.
As I step through the black gate, figures appear!
At last! I'm safe. In the company of friends!
They know me, for they all call me. Call out my name.
Groups of friends gather 'round.
Their features still not distinct, I feel a warm glow in my heart.
As I begin to retell my tale, some move in closer
to listen, to console me.
Then, it hits me. The smell of dead flesh!
This is no party! I've entered a graveyard.
Forms now become visible. Friends? No!
They're certainly not mine. They're walking dead!
Reversing my steps, I leave in a rush. Some chase after, beckoning me.
The fields are now damp with moisture. Sticking to me as I run.
The light from the moon has disappeared with the storm.
Black is the night. Thunder rolls in the distance.
What was beauty at dusk, now seems deadly, treacherous.
Blades shredding my chiffon as I run.
I did not know the direction I headed! Just putting distance between me
and the dead, I felt I could survive this.
Lightening flashes closeby. With the iridescent light, I saw a structure.
A house! Within, lights glowed golden through the night, perhaps
with it carrying friendship and guidance homeward.
Each step I take takes great effort. I am tired and want to rest.
I want to be home. Safe on such a haunting evening. Behind my own doors.
Perhaps these fine folk will be able to direct me home.
Flashes of lightning again show me the way. Yet, somehow the storm
quickly subsides. A calmness in the night. Lunar beams reappear.
Exhaustion nearly overcomes me as I step through what was once a
wooden gate. I step nearer. The house glows in the darkened night.
Pumpkin orange as the harvest moon.
I collapse when I reach the delapidated steps to the entry door.
As I fall onto the wooden slats, I realize the apparitions that seem to
float around the house....I look to the moon.
At the top cupola, a faint bluish glow flies through the night air.
I awaken in familiar surroundings. I vaguely remember the happenings, though still lingering. I step from my
bed, searching for clues. My ivory flesh upon my feet are not scarred, nor any evidence of cuts.
My dress made of chiffon, thrown over the chairback is clean and lacking any torn parts.
I search upon my image in the mirror, nothing. Was all this just a dream? Or, did it happen somehow?
Knocking on my door brought me around from my trance.
Mother comes in carrying my silken slippers!
"These were found down by the old graveyard this morning. Dagger, our ol' mut musta drug them off...."
She says as she drapes them over the victorian bedpost.
Last evening was All Hallow's Eve,
with an orange October Moon©....
This was published in 1999
under my alias
taken from my personal website before there was such a thing as 'blogging'

~...end Heads or Tails
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There are only a few more days 'til Halloween.
The last of the treats'll be handed out,
and tho just another day, 'tis really quite so keen...
HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL! And to all a good day --I shout!
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  1. woooohhh gasping my breath here, i love the story, very clever imagination...i almost saw a movie imagining those places, runnings into the woods, party, graveyard, moon and the slippers..thanks for sharing..Happpy Halloween! :)

  2. i love love love this story. so descriptive, it grabs you and hauls you right into the midst of the forest. GREAT!

  3. That was a great story - atmospheric and you took the reader on a marvellous fantasy journey.

  4. how intense was that! very eary someone touching the shoulder and the red eyes! shiver!

  5. Hey COOL!! I know an author!! WOW!! I feel special for some reason. Always wanted to know an author..should I be asking for an autograph? smile!! No really it was very very good and I kept wondering what you were doing in that terrible place..great ending too..Sandy

  6. Yikes Anni! That was sooo scary!!!

    (I used to have a "real" website, too.)

  7. Oh my gosh! The words are so descriptive that one cannot help but feel their heart begin to race. Good one.

  8. Anni,

    Excellent! The imaging is perfect. I could smell the fragrance of the leaves and see the devil red eyes. You are a natural, my friend. Loved it!

    Have a wonderful day. I'm sitting here with a bit of a scratchy throat. Don't know where it came from but wish it would go back there. ;-)


  9. hey wow, thanks for the appreciation and award!! What a neat surprise! And creepy story! ;)

  10. jettied10/28/2008

    OOHHh what a good story! i felt like i'd been running after reading it!! i so hate going into the woods at nite...I really do!!

  11. I enjoyed reading your story Anni! I don't think it was too long :)

  12. Thank you for the story. That helped to put me in more of a Halloween mooood.....

  13. Wow ! what a story !
    Yesterday was an historical day for me, for the very first time in my life children rang at the door and asked for treats ! I was so surprised and told them to come back I hadn't bought anything of course ! I am so in blog Halloween that I forgot to buy sweets, lol !

  14. What wonderful imagery...are you still writing, Anni? You should be.... well done!My Heads or Tails is up at

  15. Wow! You are a terrific writer Anni :) Thank you for sharing this one.

  16. The flow of your words won me over! Call me a poetry geek, but I LOVED the phrase, "toward the trees" in the first part there. I'm finally getting brave and sharing my poetry online (first time is today!). You gave me the confidence and...well... the chills with this piece. :)

  17. Loved you story! That was scary all the way to the end.

  18. Oops left the comment for this post on the fun monday post. Anyway, I enjoyed your story and I enjoyed the pictures of you in your Halloween regalia.

  19. Oh my dear, I could hear you scream... What a story!!!

  20. I will say it again, you are so very talented.

  21. Such a beautifully told story chock full of imagery!

  22. great story sure hope we get to do more stories.
    I haven't done any creative writing recently.

    Coffee is on.

  23. I'll tell you one sure know how to write a story!! Sheesh, I could feel my heart pounding through the whole story, imagining myself being in those woods! Brilliant story, dear Anni, I'm so glad you decided to share it with us. xoxo

  24. Thanks for visiting my HoT. Excellent story!

  25. I want to present you with an award for your beautiful Halloween decor. I received one also and now pass it on to six other artists. I really do enjoy your blog and feel this is very deserving. You can pick up the badge at my blog.

  26. Gday Dear Anni..Screammmmmmmm. Oh my god scary story The imagination sure ran wild...

    Cheers Jen

  27. Well, now I will not take a nap.
    I need to shake off the spookiness.
    Thanks for sharing.

  28. I'm glad I didn't miss your Halloween tale. You do weave words well and had me on the edge of my seat!
    Hugs and blessings,