"It's so chilly.has winter arrived yet?" You wonder.Someone says "No, not yet,anyway you won't be around to witness it.Haha!"."Who was that?" You asked. No answer.pin drop silence.Then.With a jolt you woke up this morning and found blood on your sheets. Confused,you jump from the bed to check upon yourself.Your legs, stomach, everything seemed okay.until a drop of blood fell on your forehead. As you slowly turned your face to look up,you found that the ceiling is leaking, you ought to fix it soon before it collapses on your fragile bed, but where did the damn blood come from?You try to find the source but you couldn't.There is a bump on your forehead, the blood is no longer there and strangely it's so dry you think you could use some moisturizer on it but there are surely no cuts."Oh Gosh!" You exclaim after you spot a bloodied stake lying on the floor."wait a minute.Is that stake or is it a human piece of..Oh Lord! Where am I?Am I still dreaming or am I dead and this is my personal hell?"
"Surely this house is mine , but where is my phone, my photo frames,my light bulbs ,where are all the mirrors?" You walk around and find none."More blood..And a single set of footprints on it.MY FOOTPRINTS!" You confirm your suspicions by looking under your feet.crimson.Again you hear a hissing sound.this time it sounded like it was real close.but from where did it arise? You feel like clawing your neck and back."My neck is itching like crazy.I need to bathe".While walking towards the bathroom you get glued to your position when you find a mid sized dead snake..a green one, lying on the kitchen floor.It's tongue is out and there is a knife not so far from it.You shudder.You are trying to remember who killed it and when? You blink for a second and suddenly you find yourself in a mustard field.Little yellow flowers all around you.The sun shines warmly upon your pale skin.You are alone but not feeling lonely. A voice in the back of your head is questioning this extreme venue change but you don't seem to care.You can see a scarecrow standing with its hat high at the far end of the field and a lone crow looking right at you whilst sitting on the scarecrow's makeshift stump of a hand. Mocking you."Beating the only purpose of it, aren't you Mr Crow". For some reason you want to go nearer.As you are about to start running you feel numb."I can't feel my legs. where are my legs?" You panic.Effortlessly you glide across the field, half flying , half slithering. Suddenly you are cold again and back to the blood house.You are shivering and feel as if your body is wet.You hear at least ten similar but slightly different sounds.a blood curdling orchestra of sounds.You raise your hands and you see how it is.You run past the hall and through the kitchen and in the kettle's reflection you see yourself. hissssss..hissssss..hissssss.Your head which housed beautiful curls now houses little snakes.just like Medusa.Your skin is rough, scaly and green.Your legs replaced by a slimy tail.You recall the nightmare you have been living since you turned 19.every year one week before Halloween this curse turns you into something you dread,deluded..hallucinating you wake up every morning for seven days and chop off snakes one at a time out of disgust once you realise what a monster you really are,but they keep growing back and mocking you,you cut yourself off from the world as much as you can but something else takes control.The curse also said that you would be dead by 25.You are 24 years 11 months now.You wouldn't be alive to see any more halloween's. In a way that's your relief. That's your escape. Something makes you go to the door and pick up your basket full of candies..waiting for the next victim cum stake to come and ask " TRICK or TREAT?"
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