Spin Me A Web: The Last Moon
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Today is Halloween, but not many people care of it. Me, well, I'm taking today as a good excuse to attempt a weak, a really weak, cosplay style.
I came today in red and black, a red top with the edges trimmed black and black pants, as a character I like. Anyone remember G1 Sideswipe from Transformers?
Oh wait, some others like to celebrate Halloween cosplay today, though. I see before me three hooded ghost people. Pretty sure they're other boys, but their red-trimmed and tattered coats, hood, and black face-shields look awesome.
The poor foodstall auntie had a shock when they appeared. Cute.
Well, it's time to put out the last story, and put up here a few links too.
Here's a collection of ghost/mystery/spook stories I've written, from the Manai Series, for your reading pleasure on this occasion.
And a new tale, a final tale, to spin.
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Ghost Story
Looking around herself, the girl was not enjoying the Halloween party. She was invited to it, but she really did not enjoy the holiday as others did.
Strawberry blonde hair whipping her face as she looked around, she identified all her classmates there. All of them are talking to each other. But she was quiet.
She was lonely.
Punk rock was blasting from some hi-fi set somewhere. Everyone was outrageously dressed in Goth wear or something like it. Bat wings and lacy cobwebs hung from shoulders and dark-rimmed eyes gazed at equally dark-rimmed eyes.
No, she wanted to be home. She really didn't belong here. But she did.
Maybe she needed some fresh air. That may cheer her up.
So, taking her leave quietly, the angel walked out. No one watched her go, no one knew she left.
Under the dim lamp light, she watched. There was a big, pretty girl over there. She might know the way home.
As the girl in her white outfit walked home, she let the long white cotton dress trail, folding around her ankles.
There were children walking around as well, their parents guiding them from doorstep to doorstep. They held little bags that rattled with the little trinkets and prizes of their asking.
One child, a ruffled-hair toddler with a ghoulish jack-o-lantern imprinted on his shirt, looked up at her.
"You're pretty," he said, his eyes fixated upon the golden-tresses halo, held aloft by a simple golden hair-band, above her head.
She smiled back, her azure eyes twinkling.
His mother led him away.
She approached after the boy left, but she daren't go too close.
Turning away, she continued walking on. Nowhere was in mind, she just kept walking. Walking. Her white pumps tapped the pavement rhythmically as each step drew her in and out of lamplight.
She felt a tug on her dress, something that stressed the cloth and pulled it taut.
She turned around.
Nobody was behind her.
Of course! She can't see her! She'll have to stand in front of her. She promptly moved to the front.
The girl turned back, and finally saw her.
She was a tiny little girl, at least seven years, dressed in white with a halo above her head. Tiny white pumps were on her feet; peeking from the folds of white cloth that rested upon her feet. Strawberry blonde hair crowned her head with two azure eyes to match. She was bestowed with the gift of beauty.
She was the spitting image of herself.
"Can you take me home?"
The larger angel knelt before the little one, "Do you know where your home is?"
The little one shook her head, "I'm not sure. I got lost."
She took her little hands into her much larger one - to find them dark, cold and rough. Her fingernails were black and rotten and her skin grey, something she did not notice under the long white sleeves of her apparel.
The little girl flinched, but no more than that.
Will this big girl run away, like the others before her did?
"You aren't scared?"
"What happened to you?"
The little one's lips trembled, and the larger girl noticed tears in her eyes. It wouldn’t hurt to tell her, would it?
"I died."
A sob escaped. The larger one didn't flinch.
"You aren't scared?"
"How did you die?"
Her left hand pointed to the road next to them.
"…The Halloween accident two years ago. So you're the girl."
She nodded.
The other contemplated, looking into the blue eyes of the little one.
"Well, come with me. I think it's time I get you a new home. It must have been such a long wait for you. You poor little soul..."
"You aren't scared of me?"
The larger one smiled, "why should a ghost be scared of another ghost?"
The little girl looked down at the elder girl's hands. They were cut, she could tell, with wounds still shining red with blood and pale yellow bone peeked from torn wounds. Her skin was as rough and grey as her own, the nails gnarled.
"I'll take you to join my classmates. They'll like you. We gotta look after each other."
"How did you die?"
She did not notice that the elder one had now taken the right hand of the little girl and both were walking down the street. Their dresses trailed at their ankles, smoothly caressing the pavement.
"My classmates and I were in a haunted mansion near the college dorm, having a Halloween party. An explosion occurred and injured us, and the fire wiped us out. We live in the mansion; it's a real pretty one. Marble floors and emerald pillars."
The little one nodded. She liked that.
"And there's a free flow of cocktail, and lots of candy from our trick-or-treating two years ago. Funny that it never runs out. Ahh, here we are!"
The two walked up the flight of stone steps leading to the door. The larger one swung it open.
"Welcome home. Now let's get you fixed up and meet my friends."
They walked in. The door swung shut by itself and the haunted mansion was quiet.
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A mix of gore and warmth.
And inspiration? Rejoice, by Il Divo. Oh the irony.
Happy Halloween!
(EDIT: The story is slightly edited. It's going to the Creative Writing Club meeting tomorrow.)
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