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Two Creepy Stories About Strange Creatures for the Halloween Season
Published 3 years, 9 months ago
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Good evening, it's Boo Rhodes coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you some very weird stories about strange creatures of the creepy crawly kind. As you're reading tonight's stories you might feel a little bit at unease as your toes begin to tingle and the space behind your ears tickle like something is crawling near your head, but never fear because I am here to help you sleep.
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Werewolf Ears
Written by Kolpik
"Did you hear about Sal?"
Jimmy lifted his eyes from his work, looked at George's reflection and replied, "Sal, no, what's up with him?" He probably spent more time hovering over people, talking to their reflections in the large mirror on the wall than he did conversing with them face to face. This unique perspective of people in his profession never failed to make him feel more like a fly on the wall than an actual participant in a conversation.
Jimmy looked at people like he did puzzle pieces. Sure, most of them seemed the same or quite similar, but if you picked one piece out of the pile you could see its own unique shape. It amazed him how all these singular pieces somehow managed to fit together. Sure, every now and again you'd have a piece that needed to be pressed into place with a little more force than the others, or a piece that went missing, but no picture was perfect. All the one-on-one conversations he'd had with most of the male inhabitants in town over the past 40-odd years made him feel like a kind of counselor or advisor to the town.
"Oh, you haven't heard? Sal's in the hospital, some sort of coma." George hoped his enthusiasm for delivering this juicy bit of gossip didn't come off as uncaring.
"Coma? He was just in here last week." He lowered his scissors, and looked right at George's reflection with a stunned look on his face. "Come to think of it, he said he had a doctor's appointment later that day. He wasn't looking too good either."
"Yeah, according to Sue the doctors don't know what's wrong with him. He just collapsed last night while playing bingo at the church. Oh, and get this; Carl's son Kevin, the one with the exterminator business, disappeared the other day. Nobody's seen hide nor hair of him in a few days."
Jimmy stood there thinking about his conversation with Sal the other day. "Hmm, That seems normal enough to me. Doesn't Kevin have a girlfriend who lives out of town? He's probably just shacked up with her."
"He does, but he's missed appointments, and nobody has heard from him," answered George with an air of certainty. He loved to be the guy with all the answers.
Jimmy scratched his head. "You know, now that I think about it; Sal mentioned having Kevin spray his attic last week. Said he had some sort of infestation up there. Get this, according to him his entire attic was covered in some sort of webbing, and it was all squirming with what looked like thin, short strands of string."
George turned his head to look at Jimmy, his expression a big question mark. "What, like silk worms? I've never heard of an infestation like that before."
Jimmy spun George around in the barber chair and looked straight at him. "Me neither, but that's what he said; little white strands hanging from webs. It was strange the other day. Sal comes in here for a haircut every two weeks like clockwork. I don't recall him ever going longer than two weeks without one, but when he came in here the last time he looked like he hadn't been in the shop in a couple of months. His hair was a lot longer than it should have been and it was stark white."
George didn't seem too impressed. "Eh, he's an old white hair, has been for years."
"No, his hair used to be gray, there's a difference. Trust m
Check out my t-shirt bundle on my website where you can get a special edition t-shirt and a signed printed copy of my anthology. Visit www.sandcastlehorror.com to find out more.
Now let's begin...
Werewolf Ears
Written by Kolpik
"Did you hear about Sal?"
Jimmy lifted his eyes from his work, looked at George's reflection and replied, "Sal, no, what's up with him?" He probably spent more time hovering over people, talking to their reflections in the large mirror on the wall than he did conversing with them face to face. This unique perspective of people in his profession never failed to make him feel more like a fly on the wall than an actual participant in a conversation.
Jimmy looked at people like he did puzzle pieces. Sure, most of them seemed the same or quite similar, but if you picked one piece out of the pile you could see its own unique shape. It amazed him how all these singular pieces somehow managed to fit together. Sure, every now and again you'd have a piece that needed to be pressed into place with a little more force than the others, or a piece that went missing, but no picture was perfect. All the one-on-one conversations he'd had with most of the male inhabitants in town over the past 40-odd years made him feel like a kind of counselor or advisor to the town.
"Oh, you haven't heard? Sal's in the hospital, some sort of coma." George hoped his enthusiasm for delivering this juicy bit of gossip didn't come off as uncaring.
"Coma? He was just in here last week." He lowered his scissors, and looked right at George's reflection with a stunned look on his face. "Come to think of it, he said he had a doctor's appointment later that day. He wasn't looking too good either."
"Yeah, according to Sue the doctors don't know what's wrong with him. He just collapsed last night while playing bingo at the church. Oh, and get this; Carl's son Kevin, the one with the exterminator business, disappeared the other day. Nobody's seen hide nor hair of him in a few days."
Jimmy stood there thinking about his conversation with Sal the other day. "Hmm, That seems normal enough to me. Doesn't Kevin have a girlfriend who lives out of town? He's probably just shacked up with her."
"He does, but he's missed appointments, and nobody has heard from him," answered George with an air of certainty. He loved to be the guy with all the answers.
Jimmy scratched his head. "You know, now that I think about it; Sal mentioned having Kevin spray his attic last week. Said he had some sort of infestation up there. Get this, according to him his entire attic was covered in some sort of webbing, and it was all squirming with what looked like thin, short strands of string."
George turned his head to look at Jimmy, his expression a big question mark. "What, like silk worms? I've never heard of an infestation like that before."
Jimmy spun George around in the barber chair and looked straight at him. "Me neither, but that's what he said; little white strands hanging from webs. It was strange the other day. Sal comes in here for a haircut every two weeks like clockwork. I don't recall him ever going longer than two weeks without one, but when he came in here the last time he looked like he hadn't been in the shop in a couple of months. His hair was a lot longer than it should have been and it was stark white."
George didn't seem too impressed. "Eh, he's an old white hair, has been for years."
"No, his hair used to be gray, there's a difference. Trust m