Well, not much reading or writing done tonight, as I've been up 'n' down answering the door and I'm all out of treats. That'll teach me to stick a pumpkin in me front window, eh? Whatever happened to the old Halloween songs...? Now the kids just grab a handful 'n' do one - maybe that's the 'trick' part? And some of them were bigger than me, so I'm not arguing!
Anyway, my kids love dressing up and I hope those of you with - or without - children have a had a good time. Why not round it off with some topical crime fiction? Check out a tasty Halloween treat by Sean Patrick Reardon over at Thrillers, Killers 'n' Chillers, or my resurrected flash below...
Happy Halloween, Officer
‘The target is taking a left, left, onto Market Street. Temporary loss…’
‘Stick with him, John. I’m ten metres behind. Louey’s in position opposite.’
‘Okay, Morse. Got eyeball again. He’s speeding up. Right, right, down Back Piccadilly. Temporary loss…’
‘Let’s just nail the scumbag. With blood on his jacket, he’s obviously bang at it,’ said Louey, thinking of the pending paperwork and the fact he should’ve been taking the kids to a Halloween party. Fat chance.
‘Be patient, Louey. Wait…eyeball again. He’s just turned left, left, into an alleyway. And, watch it, it’s dark down here.’
‘Right behind you, John,’ said Morse.
Louey shuddered in the meagre moonlight as the night wafted its chill down Back Piccadilly.
John’s voice, a whisper now. ‘Left, left, into the alleyway. Even darker now…shit!’
The scream halted Louey. ‘John? You okay?’ Adrenaline flooded his veins, his heart-rate doubling.
Morse’s misshapen figure did a swift left into the alleyway.
‘What the fuck? No…pleeease…’ crackled through his earpiece.
Louey withdrew his baton and torch then sprinted.
Torchlight revealed Morse on the floor, a shadowy shape stooped over him. Louey raised his baton.
A squelchy noise made him lift the beam higher. He froze on seeing the target’s blood-swilled face and manic smile - John pinned up against the wall, his neck gaping dark crimson.
Shuffling behind. Louey pivoted, shined the beam.
Bloody fangs grinned at him. His last thought was of his kids.
‘Happy Halloween, Officer.’
Got a taste for it...? Then pop over to Erin Cole's blog and sample her fantastic 13 Days of Horror, but feel free to comment before you go.