31 Harrowing Halloween Tales (part two)

*This story is under my folder “31 Halloween tales”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic/117842-my-character-designs-lt-33-3?start=315. Enjoy and Happy Spooky Season!*

Tale Sixteen-Love’s like a leech

Kyrin stood outside the haunted house attraction, waiting. Lindsay was curled up on his neck, sucking his blood with her layers of razor-sharp teeth.

He had been studying any magic books he could find online or in bookstores, but there was nothing about undoing spells that turned people into leeches. He wasn’t going to wait any longer, so he thought he’d talk to Eerie the witch.

She was a real witch, he caught her in the act of using her magic a few times. He hoped she’d be able to turn his girlfriend back into a human, but he’d have to wait and see.

Upon doing so, he saw an orange-and-black striped smoke cloud forming, breaking away to reveal a little girl in a witch costume-Eerie, the witch, not a real child-and a human little girl in a pirate costume.

They were both headed to the house-

“Stop!” Kyrin cried out.

They both did stop, with Eerie glaring her orange eyes at him.

“You can see me? What is that you want? What could you possibly want that is more important than Halloween magic?” Eerie yelled, her teeth bared at him. Her gums were orange and each tooth had a bit of black gunk on them.

Kyrin wrapped his fingers around Lindsay’s body and gently pulled her from his neck, letting her rest in the open palm of his hand. He extended it towards Eerie.

“I’ve seen the magic that is surrounding you, I have been studying on how to wield powers beyond nature…but I still need help with some things. Can you please turn my girlfriend back into a human?” He asked, glancing at Lindsay, the squirming and shiny black worm-creature.

Eerie stared at Lindsay, seeming to really think about it. The little human girl’s bottom lip curled in disgust at Lindsay. Kyrin’s free hand curled into a fist. Yes, she was only a child…but that was his girlfriend and no one was allowed to look at her like that.

The witch finally looked up at him and said:

“Well, I can’t really turn humans back into humans. That’s not my forte. But I can try to help her out.”

Eerie raised her hands, letting orange and black smoke fall from her claws and circle to Lindsay, lifting her from his hand, out onto the grass…

The smoke cleared. Lindsay lay on the dried grass, wearing her bunny costume, which was worn out, dirty, and missing the ears, back to her human self…kind of. Her mouth was still a gaping black hole with carnivorous teeth and her eyes were still white and predatory, but she wasn’t a leech anymore.

Lindsay shook as if she was being electrocuted, so Kyrin extended a hand for her to take. She accepted it.

“She’s herself now, but not quite. She’s got a bit of the leech in her. She’ll still want to drink blood, but at least she’s better. Right?” Eerie grinned playfully before disappearing with the human girl in the same orange and black smoke as before.

Still holding his hand, Lindsay rested her head on his neck, on the part where it still bled.

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They were both back at his house, Lindsay lying next to him on his bed. She held him close, her teeth clicking together, but she did not bite him. 

“Do you want to go home?” Kyrin asked. His throat felt coated in a burning poison.

Lindsay clutched his shirt desperately, her knuckles turning whiter as she held tighter.

“Can’t…freak…I…need…human.”

Her voice was scratchy but almost the way she normally talked, she didn’t look him in the eyes.

“You want to be fully human?”

She nodded.

“I’ll do all that I can to help you. I will. Maybe I’ll make Eerie help, but if she doesn’t…I’ll force Peggy to turn you back fully. You will be human.”

He didn’t think Peggy would be the one to turn her back, but if she was the one who made Lindsay a leech, then she could make her a full human again. 

“Drink my blood. You’ll need it.”

“I-“

“Do it.”

Lindsay shook for just a moment, but with a cry of shame that sounded a little like a growl, she bit into his wound, drinking fast, the color rushing on her skin quicker than he could think.

And by thinking, Kyrin was thinking of all the spells he needed to look at, all the magic he needed to pluck out either from himself or others, just so he could help Lindsay.

He was going to help her. It didn’t matter how long it would take or what would happen to him.

He would be there for her. Always.

Tale Seventeen-Please just take one

Konfetti watched the children come and go from the window of her spooky and sweet clown mansion, making sure that each child only took one candy from the bowl. While she would have loved to burst out of the door and greet them herself, it’d be far too much work and she had to save her energy for making another batch of candy. Yes, she made the candy all by herself! It looked like enough but one never knew with how much humans ate.

So that’s why she watched, wearing her rollerblades. Everyone had to take one piece, so that it was equal for everybody and she didn’t have to make more as much. Konfetti paid close attention to every single one…

One kid, a little girl who looked like she was getting a little bit older, maybe eleven or twelve years old, had taken a handful of wrapped cotton-candy treats, running off as if she hadn’t done anything wrong.

Konfetti’s claws curled tightly on the polka-dot curtains and she let go, rollerblading her way to the door.

“Hey! Put those back, please!” She called out from the open door.

The girl ran faster. Konfetti knew that she definitely heard her, since she was insanely loud, so she skated faster down the cement and snatched the girl, covering her mouth with an orange claw and skating backwards to her clown mansion.

No one else was out at the moment but the two of them. No one had seen.

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“You must really love candy, don’t you?”

The little girl did not respond. She stared at Konfetti, squirming in the chair she tied the girl in. She was tied up with tulle rainbow scarves, which could be tight if one knew how to tie them correctly.

Konfetti giggled. She wasn’t one to do what she was about to do, her husband, Pierce, usually did that stuff, but humans like her wouldn’t learn otherwise!

“But if you take too much, then there isn’t any left for others. That’s not fair, is it? Soo…”

She glided over to the girl, turning her face to look at the kaleidoscopic painted wall in front of her.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to use you to make special candy! Don’t worry, I won’t give you to the humans!”

Konfetti’s heart raced feverishly as she slashed apart the girl with her claws, glittering red blood splattering on her polka-dot dress. Such things were only disgusting when Pierce did them, but boy oh boy, did she hate how selfish humans could be!

If the girl wanted to scream, she couldn’t. Konfetti was too fast for that.

Tale Eighteen-Can it all stay intact?

All the dolls on my shelf

All the tiny fairy statues that watch

Arms and wings are missing from more than a few

Fingers that were not careful

The little porcelain creatures slipped

Parts of them cracked and torn

Only one doll was thrown in an act of anger

But one time is enough

How I’ve grown into quite the monster

The years of the world has tortured me so

These beings I’ve called my children

How they slink away from me now

Yet I can’t tell with their still expressions 

How can I understand?

I must be careful, must watch them closely

I want to, I really do

Still the fury escapes me

Before I can contain it

And still my fingers lead them to doom

Before I can stop them

Perhaps the only way I’ll ever understand 

Or stay close to them

Is if I twist myself to their size

Smile the way they do

Sit with them up high

To give up my human life

Is something that frightens me so

But love must have sacrifices

So I’ll do it for them

Only for them

My children that have always listened

Who never did a thing wrong

My perfect pretty porcelain children 

The only ones

Tale Nineteen-Ghoulish girl

Annora’s got a secret

Clutched close to her decaying chest

She’s stalked the night

And eaten the dead

How she didn’t want it to be true

For her skin to fall away

For her to be the ghoul

But oh, she can’t deny

The taste of worn bones

How it makes her smile wide

Never will she tell her friends

A word of what she is

Perhaps Annora can still live amongst them

Without anyone knowing of this

Of course her parents know the truth

For they are this way too

But maybe a little more time as a “human”

Before she goes to the dark

Oh ghoulish girl

How you love your friends so

But never show them your sharp teeth

Because then

They’ll let you go