Creaky, squeaky, dusty, musty, drafty, wafty with gusts of cold.  Tangled webs, sticky goo, moaning, groaning, and witches brew. Candles flicker left and right. Ghosts play checkers with goblins too. Frankenstein argues with the vampire Queen about the right way to get kids to scream. Skeleton's warble down the stairs that creak and crack and splinter. Tiny witches play with pumpkin goo and the great pumpkin Jack has to watch his back.
    The headless horseman calms his steed as the full moon rises above the chimney. They have mere minutes until they'll come the kids who want candy, chocolate and gum will come tromping to their sharp metal gates. Tonight they are not afraid of anything goulash, dark or mean. Tonight they'll laugh at any monster green. The house is not safe one night a year, it is the night they've all come to dread and fear.
   The doorbell rings with harpsichord tone, and the zombie butler lets out a soft moan. With a bat-bowl full of sugary treats he slumps toward the old metal door. Not he or not the house is scary enough tonight. Tonight this is not their home.

House
by: Cassie M Shiels

  I lost both of my eyeteeth yesterday. My gums ache and burn. My teeth throb off and on and they flash hot and cold. My fangs are coming in. I've never had fangs before today but I know they are growing.  All of the symptoms are there. It says so in my  Vampire book. 
    I'd feel excited if I wasn't so knee knocking scared. The warning list is longer than the symptoms. Don't let them cut your lips. Don't let them puncture your cheek. Don't let them stay down around humans, etc. etc. etc. For three whole pages. This is a change I did not want. A change I did not expect to happen so soon.
    With a searing hot flash of pain my fangs push through my gums. They slide slowly past my teeth and grow double in length. I watch the whole thing in the mirror. With a gasp they stop and the pain fades away. No more ache, burn, throb or heat. I turn this way and that way. They gleam in the light. A chuckle bubbles up from my chest and I smile fully smile. I've got fangs. Glorious, beautiful, sharp fangs. 
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Fangs
By: Cassie M Shiels

   It's dark. I'm stiff and cold. My body feels wrapped up tight. I cannot move. Am I dreaming? I try to bite my lip to see if this is real but my jaw will not move. A dream them I say. With all the effort I can muster I try to open my eyes. They are heavy and I start to doubt that I can lift them at all. Finally I do.
    I cannot see much in the dark, but I swear something is covering my eyes. My lashes flutter and bang against something I cannot see. That's it I'm done. I try to move my arms but they will not lift. Wake up! I try to scream. With all the effort I can muster I lift my arm. It feels as if it's suck in a forever elbow bend like a barbie doll. I raise it inch by inch to my eyes and clumsily club at my eyes. 
   My fingers only feel fabric and I realize then, I am wrapped in the stuff. I inch my other arm along my leg. Strips of fabric. I do not like this dream. I must wake up.
     "Wake up," I yell inside my head. "Wake up." I bite my lip again hard, but I feel nothing. Nothing but the fabric wraps around my head, my arms, legs, feet, and eyes. Fabric that is keeping me from seeing. Keeping me from realizing what I've become and I knew now I could only be one of two things. I was either lost in a dream I could not wake from or more unlikely a mummy. A mummy like in the old pyramids or in my paranormal books. A mummy who was waking up.

Mummy
​By: Cassie M Shiels