Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.
Gavin Douglas strolled down the street, smiling at the kids dressed up for Halloween, enjoying the decorations filling up the front lawns and windows. The macabre was on full display. Skeletons were the hit this year. They could be found in coffins, coming out of the ground, hanging from trees, and perched on mail boxes. But it wasn’t only skeletons; there were plenty of vampires, zombies, and ghosts. In fact, an abundance of ghosts were scattered about. And all the lights he could see (porch lights and street lights and little dangling lights) were filled with the colors of orange and black.
“Hey, Gavin!” A man yelled as he passed a young couple, hand in hand. He waved back and smiled in their direction. He knew everyone in this town and everyone knew him and he loved the place he had been born and raised in. He was proud of it, proud to be a part of it, proud to call it home, and he knew when the worms came calling that he would be glad to be buried in it as well.
Gavin moved on toward his house, a small white ranch with two bedrooms, one bath, and enough living space to call it a home. He walked up his lawn, past all of his own crazy Halloween decorations (he too had caught the skeleton craze), and entered his home with a click and a turn of the lock.
“Honey, I’m home,” he replied, and the smart speaker by his door filled with light and then a second later it took his command and filled his home with warm white light. The speaker began to play music from his favorite holiday, Christmas, the day he was brought into this world a healthy 8 pounds. Every year on Halloween, he started up the Christmas music and continued playing it until New Year’s Day – never once growing tired of it.
He kicked off his shoes, took off the coat that had protected him from the late October chill, and made his way into the kitchen. He walked over to the counter, humming along to Jingle Bells, and began to make a single man’s dinner – ham and cheese sandwich, light mustard, white bread and chips, and a cold beer to wash it all down. He laid all of the items on the counter and was in the middle of figuring out how to get them to the table when the room changed. It was suddenly colder, filled with an evil chill. The air was crawling with black molecules, they were crawling over everything, squirming, writhing about in an orgy of dark lust. He tried to shrug it off as just Halloween jitters, picked up his plate and beer, and turned to take his dinner to the table. He nearly dropped everything when he saw what was sitting at the table, looking up at him. The thing at the table was dressed all in black with a hood covering its face. Underneath the hood were two eyes, one glowing red, and the other glowing green.
“You will feed my trees,” the thing replied in a deep husky male voice. “And you will meet me at this spot in one hour or you will die, and then so will your town.” It slid a piece of red paper across the table. Its hand was ashy and grey, with sharp talons on the ends of the fingers.
In these trying times, I thought I might try to do something to help the followers of this blog fight off some boredom while staying indoors (those of you who can do that). I recently published this novella or short story, depending on how you look at it, and I wanted to promote it. So, my brain got to thinking, and my brain came up with three ways you can enjoy this story (if you want to read it).
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Thanks again for all the support. I promise Poetry and Haiku as much as I can, but I hope you stick with me each Wednesday as I branch off into something a bit different. And if you missed a page look for the story underneath the Hump Day Promotions category. You are now free to move around the blog.