I normally use Al’s fiction prompt for one of my serials of flash fiction but this week is slightly different.
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The dark nights had started closing in tighter and tighter. Winter was but a stone’s throw away. The air tasted of fear and anticipation. I knew they were coming and there was nothing I could do about it.
Each time the door rattled to the thump of the brass knocker I could taste the fear on my tongue. I’d answer the door and it wouldn’t be them instead a cold caller desperately trying to flog double glazing stood on my doorstep.
I wished they’d just come, get it over with.
The calendar seemed to glow on the date – today was the day. No chance of escaping it. Their paraphernalia was in every shop window like a warning sign. As the sunset the street took on a deathly silence. A cold wind left its chill on the crushed autumn leaves. And the whispers of smoke from the chimney stacks seemed hauntingly still before fading to nothing. I knew they were coming.
‘RAP, RAP! The old brass knocker slammed into the wooden door. My heart pounding I turned the key. RAP! RAP! RAP! They were not prepared to wait any longer as I opened the door to their evil wails and screams –
‘Trick or Treat!’
© JG Farmer 2014