Hey there! This is for the scary story contest! I don't like the ending much, so any comments on that would be great.
This is the tale of Matty, a young boy from a small town who discovered the impossible one lonely Halloween.
He was perched on his front porch, reading the Brothers Grimm, the complete short-story collection. Right when he reached the page where the evil stepsisters were chopping off their toes, he paused. He didn’t look up, or change his vision, but studied the picture that the corner of his eye was giving him.
There was a fat little boy standing on his porch, staring at Matty. He had sharp claws for fingernails, and his eyes were hallowed in. He wore a blue striped shirt that was two sizes too small, because his fat tummy hung out over his matching blue shorts. In his right claw was a sucker. Red and white sugar formed a messy circle around his mouth from when he had been sucking.
Matty said “Hello” to the young beast, but as soon as he turned his head, the little boy was gone.
Matty encountered the young beast two days later, in the park. He was swinging, all alone. The wind howled, and the swing to his right started moving. Matty sighed and stared forward, wishing that someone was actually beside him. When he looked forward, out of the corner of his eye, he could see the fat child on the swing next to him. The boy started to swing higher and higher, leaving Matty on the ground.
Matty swung his legs to reach the beast, still looking forward because he knew that if he looked at the child, it would disappear. Matty smiled as the fat kid laughed, sucking and chomping on his lollipop. Matty had a friend.
Matty was sitting on his bed, talking to the beast.
“Fat kid,” he said, the beast laughing at his nick name. “How come I can never look right at you?”
The beast thought for a minute, his blue, rotting flesh trembling for a moment. “I ain’t real?”
“That’s not an answer, that’s a question,” said Matty.
“What you gonn’ be for Halloween?”
Matty thought about it. He decided he was going to be the fat beast.
It was Halloween: the last night. The wind was howling, the moon was staring, and the children were happy. But where was Matty? His parents had searched the entire house for him, but he was nowhere to be found.
After hours of searching, the police finally found him in the park, on the swing. He had a red stain around his mouth in a circle, for where he had been eating. His skin had turned blue, and he was talking to himself.
“That’s what you get Matty,” he laughed to himself, staring forward blankly.
Hidden in the tube slide was a lifeless body dressed as a witch. The red stain on Matty’s mouth belonged to the child, the police had discovered after hauling the new Matty to the police car. As Matty sat, laughing, watching them drag out the witch, his stomach grew fat, and his skin bluer. His shirt became two sizes too small. Now you could not tell the difference between Matty and the beast.
Because there was no difference.
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