Spooky Intent~#Halloween #poetry #themagicshop

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People lose focus about this time of year

The point of the day was to induce primal fear

Scaring away spirits was part of its birth

Now laughing at costumes diminishes it’s worth

Candy and parties now define this tradition

It’s history far different from current conditions

Not that today it’s celebrated wrong

It has just been streamlined to not make its origin so strong

So, dress up and have fun on today’s Halloween

Just remember its past in making unwanted dead souls scream

Scary Etiquette~ #Halloween #themagicshop

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Seventeen year old Cali Morgan was snapchatting in front of Michael Myers. His chalk-white expressionless face looking down on her from behind. He raises his arm and prepares to stab Cali directly in the back of her head.

“Hey Cali, What have I told you about being on your phone out on the sales floor?” Boomed Ron Bilko, the manager of “ITS HALLOWEEN!”. This was the seasonal store that popped every year in September in the vacated spot of the old “PLAYTIME” sporting goods department store.

“Alright, alright…” Cali grumbled back at him as she finished up her last text. She then stepped away from the Michael Myers animatronics robot and shoved her phone back into her rear pants pocket.

“It was just a quick text, Mr. Bilko. Besides, we’re closed for the night.” Cali  pompously said back to her superior.

Cali hated this job. Truth be told, Cali hated all jobs. She felt that having almost everything given to her was just a natural part of life. To get her hands dirty just to earn a buck, just wasn’t really her thing.  This job was forced upon her. Peter Morgan, Cali’s overworked Dad owed his longtime friend Ron Bilko a favor. That’s where the “enthusiastic services” of his daughter came in. Ron always needed extra help at this type of store every year and there was never enough bodies around to work the sales floor.

“It’s just not professional, Cali. I know we’re closed. But, it’s a habit that you should practice at ALL TIMES”. Ron already knew that what he was saying was falling on deaf ears. The word “professional” only pertained to athletes for today’s youth, at least that’s how he felt.

“Just bring that box of decomposed hands into the backroom and then punch out for the night”. Ron pointed to a brown box on the floor that had the words ZOMBIE-HANDS printed on its side.

Ron had been told ahead of time that Cali had a “bit of an attitude” by Peter. He discovered it himself from the first day when Cali openly volunteered that dressing up “was just so retarded for kids to do”.  From that day forward, with the consent from both of Cali’s parents, Ron would give Cali all the really monotonous jobs in the store. He had her sort through a giant bag of rubber eyeballs to try to make pairs. The rack of plastic bones that hung on the wall was always an overflowing mess. It was Cali’s job to pick up the occasional bone that would hit the floor, five to hundred times a day. Then..Ron had her do the ultimate in pure humiliation.

Cali would have to stand outside in front of the store near the highway dressed as whatever embarrassing costume was chosen for that day. She would have to remind passing cars that Halloween was coming and to stop in to the store to get your costume.

Ron felt that having a job was a privilege that should be respected. He felt the youth of today had lost that ideal, especially Cali. He may not change her attitude towards life, but being dressed up as a giant mustard dispenser out in public might knock her down a few pegs.

“Asshole” Cali thought as she carried the box of hands towards the back of the store. She could not wait to get out of this damn place, once and for all. Halloween was the stupidest thing ever created, in her mind. There was nothing even remotely fun or better yet, scary about the whole thing. To her, scary was running out of lipstick before a date or not having your phone charged with texts that just HAD to be sent. But, all these rubber bats and fake skeletons? Just really, really stupid shit. As far as she was concerned, she has yet to be scared from anything in this stupid store.

She approached the last aisle before the storeroom. The aisle had a big cardboard sign hanging over it that said “MONSTER MASK MASH”. This was the area that had set up dozens of rubber, full side masks displayed on styrofoam heads. The selection was quite extensive, with everything from the incredibly gory to downright silly. There were the traditional standbys along with the goofy political. Each mask staring straight out towards any future consumer that might be interested in purchasing them.

Cali looked at the masks, shook her head and smirked. She then proceeded to down the aisle. The stores front lights were being turned off in the distance. Darkness was slowly embracing the store. Cali felt her phone vibrating like crazy as she was almost at the door of the storeroom.

“Fuck this” she thought and dropped the box of hands on the floor. She took at her phone and begin to frantically tap the screen. Her face completely submerged and aglow from the dark light of social media. She giggled a few times, then stretched out her arm to do a selfie above her head.

Cali’s goofy smile slowed melted away into a grimace as she looked up at the wall of masks. Every single one of them was now turned to their side and looking directly down at her. Her arm started to shake as she slowly lowered it down. She felt her body become frozen from absolute shock. Then, suddenly the Frankenstein mask on the third row moved his rubber lips and spoke.

“Didn’t he tell you….THERES NO PHONE ON THE SALES FLOOR”

Hilary Clinton chimed in, her head three masks away.

“Be professional, dear”

Freddie Krueger whispered directly above Cali on her right.

” learn some respect, BITCH”

One by one, each mask had something to say to Cali, who now stood there immobilized by fear.

“You a real brat and I should know!” Bart Simpson yelled at her.

Then they all stopped for a moment, then a grim reaper mask spoke the last set of words.

“So,….are you scared of something NOW, CALLLLLLLIIIII.”

The mask grimaced. Then all the masks started laughing maniacally down at Cali. That’s when she found it. The energy to run out of the aisle, screaming.

On the ground, next to a box of rubber hands sat Cali’s phone vibrating underneath a wall of now lifeless rubber Halloween masks.

The Best House on Halloween~#Halloween #Horror #themagicshop

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Yet another Halloween was coming to an end for all the kids in the town of Dobson’s Falls.   Most of the front porch lights on people’s homes were either out or would soon be getting turned off.  There was only a few trick-or-treaters left roaming the streets, scaled down from the dozens that were out hours earlier.  One or two “Freddie Kruegers”, a few princesses,  some superheroes and of course the standby lazy costume-a bum.  Many new families had moved into Dobson’s Falls within the last few years to the point where Halloween had now become a major event. The six streets between Maplewood Ave. and Colt St. especially were known for the over abundance of kids that would go out walking  around there every year on October. 31.   The neighborhood also had earned a reputation for being the most generous part of the town.  Every year, most of the kids who went there were the recipients of both the most diverse and abundant amounts of treats.   Every year, there was always that ONE house that all the kids chose as “THE BEST HOUSE ON HALLOWEEN”.  Last year, it was Mr. Bower’s house over on Birchtree Trail.  He gave out brand new comic books as treats.  The Lee family,  two years ago took the title by handing out little plastic monsters that they sold in their convenience store. The gossip among the kids earlier throughout the night was that a new family had recently moved into a house on Winslow St. and was giving out three(!) types of large candy bars wrapped up with a string.  Tonight it was definitely this new family who would win the crown.

The streets were now empty. Everyone was now home dumping out their bags of newly acquired treasures,  salivating over their mounds of candy.  Of course, nothing was to be touched until the official inspection by all parents involved.  Packages were held up under close scrutiny for the often rumored placement of razor blades or needles.  All loose candy was automatically thrown out, which was fine considering most of it was stuff kids hated anyway.  Then theres was the really different, cool or oversized stuff that always sparked the question,”what house did you get this from??”   Most of the time the kids couldn’t remember half the houses that they stopped at.  But, the BEST HOUSE always stood out.  The kids would never forgot that one.

Tonight would turn into something  different than previous Halloweens. All the candy inspections would abruptly stop from home-to-home as this year’s best home winner was revealed.  Each child who visited the house on Winslow St. would go into detail about the nice family who was living there.  How the house looked clean, new and with a freshly cut lawn.

The kids who went to that new house on Winslow St. would have those three candy bars that were wrapped up with string taken away from them by their now terrified parents-without reason.

The house on Winslow St. that had been standing hours earlier, the one that was visited by multiple children and we’re greeted by a lovely family handing out the best treats..

was completely engulfed in fire and  burned down in to a pile of black ash just one day before Halloween.

Fear’s Chat~#poetry #fear #themagicshop

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I’ve got a secret for you

Listen quietly to my whisper

Actually, it can wait until later

That’s my opening

Disorietant you with suspense

Yes, of course you know things

Thrusting out your intellect

Examining your shivers

You take it all on and smirk

Such a naive thing you really are

It could be the darkness in others

The unknown beyond your sight

A mind’s tricks creating your reality

Or it could be all and more

I’m really a people pleaser in the end

Your age means nothing to me

I will make you a child regardless

Be a hero, be strong, face me

And with a single word, I will make you cry for an ending

Chilling your blood with my breath

The best part of this, my favorite thing?

Everybody in this world has one hidden in their soul

And only I know how to find them

How satisfying this is for me always being the bearer of your fear

Now, Come closer as I reveal your secret to terror

Brimstone Brew~#OctoberWriting #poetry #Rhyme #themagicshop

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Wanda and Zelda were two very poor witches

Their powerful magic could not bring them riches

They lived in squalor wearing nothing but rags

Using newspapers for blankets with pillows being trash bags

Most of their spells were mixology based

Making some fall in love or have their memories erased

But, the needs for these potions slowed down to none

People found new ways online to get all their magic now done

Both witches then thought of a way to cash in on a fear

The dread that a man has of running out of beer

They opened their spell books and a bartender’s guide

They then created an ale that no guy had yet tried

This drink would replenish all that was swallowed

An endless stream of cold brew in bottomless bottle

People paid it’s high price due to it’s high demand

It was a full working brewery in the palm of your hand!

Zelda and Wanda became wealthy and are no longer blue

Living life to the fullest because of their Brimstone brew

October Writing Prompt- Brimstone Brew – Day 3/31