Oh, to be free from Halloween

"What do ya think Viv? Think they figured us out yet?"
"No. Not yet. Let's make it just a bit more obvious."Bloody curdling shrieks of fear are followed by the flicker of the lights and the apparition of Vivian forming at the end of the hallway with a 'shhhhh' -ing gesture, her pointer finger against her pursed lips. "Having fun yet?" She speaks to the teens with an eirily calm tone for a ghost covered in blood and scars. 

Ben screams in fear, hiding behind Lucy, who seems to be scrambling to grasp hold of her rosary and hold it up towards Vivian, her hand shaking vigorously as she starts speaking her memorized bible lines she shamelessly took from her attendance of the Sunday church reception.

Vivian almost gives them a pout "Really? Bible verses? You do know I'm no demon right? Did you do any research on spirits before this?" She grins as she teases the two teens who remained out of their group of friends who had decided to venture into the abandoned asylum on that chilly night of October 31st. The one night of the year the creatures of myth and urban legends gain enough power and strength to show themselves in the moonlight. The night of monsters, Halloween.

This was not at all Vivian and Elizabeth's first time scaring 'too curious teens' on Halloween. Both of these dead women travel from abandoned building to abandoned building, scaring anyone who comes to their home of choice for the one night of the year.


 

Lydia Bryan

VT

19 years old

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