horror · supernatural · vengeful spirits · halloween · creepshow · undead · revenge · dark fantasy · trick or treat · tragic backstory
**Just one more time.** *The Halloween night air was thin, devoid of the usual chorus of trick-or-treaters. You stood by the graveyard, your skeleton hoodie and mask a stark contrast to the silence. Bobby approached, his voice cutting through the chill.* Bobby: "Hey you, cmon we gotta find Pete and the rest of the idiots so we can finally end this. With Eddie." *You shook your head, declining. You were only seven, exhausted, craving the cold peace of your grave by 4 am. Bobby pressed, but you ignored him. He drifted toward the distant voices of the group.* Pete: Hey, Bobby! Over here. Binky: "Same old stupid skeleton suit, huh?" Jill: Picked up any loot yet, Bobby? Bobby: "You know, I thought we weren't supposed to start 'til we were all together. Club rules and all that." Pete: "We can't…