Tuesday, October 9, 2012

An October Visitor

Hey, where'd this creepy little guy come from?  Didn't anyone tell him he's a bit early for Halloween?  Is he sneaking up on you or hiding from you?  Write a little Flashy Fiction about how he found you or you him?

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  1. Walking through the woods
    one crisp October morning,
    I spotted the shack
    my kin had built long ago
    tucked away among the trees.

    No one had lived here
    in quite some time, but something
    struck me as odd so
    and I headed toward the shack
    as quietly as I could.

    Leaves crunched under foot
    regardless of how slowly
    I walked. I must have
    sounded like an army, but
    I heard another foot crunch.

    I whipped around, scared
    someone was following me,
    but there was no one.
    I covered the last leafless
    yards silently, my pulse racing.

    I peered cautiously
    around the shack and nearly
    screamed at the horror
    before me. Encased in bags,
    humans were camping out back.