The Halloween Massacre

BEWARE, this is a scary story. WARNING, ⛔️ read with CAUTION ⚠️  

On a cold October day, you could literally hear the wind blowing through the colorful fall trees. The smell of funk and garbage floated into the nostrils of little children trick or treating as they passed by the Crosby’s house. It was a well known tradition in Scamsville on Halloween, but no one dared to enter or trespass on the property. The old dirty gray chipped paint in itself was a haunting attraction. Dr. Crosby who was known for being a mad scientist had literally lost his mind. Inside of his house stood an entire room of pestilence and disease. Death literally filled the broken scientist house. Everything this scary man touched, he dissected, studied, and killed. No one dared step on his property because everyone hauntingly noticed the bloody no trespassing sign that hung on a dead tree in his front yard. The man had a license to kill and falling victim to a truth or dare, Janet and her friend Ann would have a Halloween that they would never forget. Ike dared them to pay Dr. Crosby a visit.

It was too late to renege on the dare, so there stood Janet and Ann trembling on Dr. Crosby’s front porch knocking. In what felt like a paranormal atmosphere, they could literally hear his rusty front entrance gate creaking with no one touching it.

When it appeared as though no one would answer the door, Janet and Ann couldn’t help but notice all of the old dirty surgical antiques off in the far corner of the porch. Ike watched from across the street.

“Knock harder!” He said, standing only about thirty feet away from the front porch.

Ann then banged on the old heavy wooden door that blew out small particles of dust as she knocked. Only an unlocked door would make such a hollow sound, so Janet, falling victim to peer pressure, turned the doorknob and the door opened. Ike saw them enter. 

As soon as they entered, the draft of dirty air filled their lungs. The threads of silky spider webs slipped across their young skin. Creepy and spooky, were the only words that could define such a toxic place. The front entrance was huge, astonished at their discovery, Ann could feel something crawling down her neck. Janet could too. It had to be small parasites slowly eating away at their teenage flesh.

“Maybe we should leave now. The dare is complete,” Janet said, but Ann was just too curious.

The huge dimly lit room was flushed with expensive animal furs and dusty old expensive furniture. The exquisite designs couldn’t help but appeal to anyone’s taste. Old red cotton curtains laced with silk designs blocked the four o’clock sunlight from entering. One hour into trick or treating, watching kids walk the streets filled with fall leaves, Ike heard screams coming from the house. He dashed across the street as parents pulled their children to safety. Ike then bursted through the front door, only to see a puddle of blood dripping onto the floor from the nearby kitchen that Janet and Ann had entered. He was too scared to go further, the truth was that Ike was afraid of science. Turning around to leave, he noticed the door was closed behind him. The funk of dead people surrounded him. Ghost of some sort. Ghost that were alive. Dr. Crosby must have opened some gateway into life and death. Ike began to scream as the flesh eating human cadavers began to chip away at his chunky legs. It was like he couldn’t move. Thump, his head hit the ground, out of the corner of his still living eye that was drawing light from an opened curtain, he noticed Janet and Ann’s corpses hanging in the far kitchen. It was the end for Ike, for his fear of science lead him to be consumed by it. As his soul reached the other side, Dr. Crosby welcomed him into his paradise filled with everyone who entered his enchanted haunted house on Halloween. Noticing that he had just entered into another realm of a scientific hell, the massacre that lead Ike to his death also led him into another hospital run by Dr. Crosby.

Hearing the evil laugh of a mad scientist, anyone who dared trespass into Dr, Crosby’s haunted house had literally signed up to be massacred. They’d sold their soul to be his slave on the other side.   

The Halloween Massacre.