Candy Dealer Spooky Month Novels & Stories

Candy corn should be renamed. Real vegetables aren’t that gross. – Riffraff It was mid October and the compound was already decorated for Halloween. They always went all out for the holidays. But Halloween was one of the best. It was no longer scorching hot. Nor was it cold.

’ The noxious craving of death isn’t new nor old, it’s deceptive as the month of Halloween. October is a wicked time of the year for her and she contemplated, ‘Why?’ but couldn’t follow a conclusion. Cassy abhorred the young evening and the civilians on the street who’re busy preparing for the parade to celebrate the supernatural forces which existed thousand years ago. It included even her new wife, Andrea. They got married last week, after having a relationship of over five years but instead of going on a honeymoon, Andrea preferred to organize a bash for stupid vampire witches’ lovers at her father’s place. It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and ho

Halloween 1986 On this special Halloween night, Sunny, James, and Rory had made plans to go to a nightclub located in Baltimore City. This nightclub was called The Golden Hammer, and it was a very fun place to be as it had big hair bands that performed rock music on stage. The Golden Hammer was a former brewery built of solid brick with high ceilings and exposed wooden beams, which gave it a really unique look. This club brought the biggest names in the music world together for packed, sweaty, and unforgettable performances. It was known for throwing spectacular Halloween parties every year, with elaborate decorations and costumes that added to the overall atmosphere. It was truly a hotspot

I am still blaming the alcohol for at least some of the inappropriate texting last night. Conversation flows and just around 11:30 I look at Nova who is laughing at something funny that Candy said. I hate to break it up because they are enjoying themself so much, but I promised not to keep them out too late. “Okay, beautiful! I hate to pull you away, but we will see Candy again and your mother and grandmother are scary so I want to get MY Cinarella home before one of them turns me into a pumpkin so that they can scoop my brains out and use me as a Halloween decoration.” Ok so, Cinderella wasn’t the best choice, but the only one I could think of to set up the whole pumpkin line.

She’d added teasingly, and I’d resolved to ask her endless questions once this was all over. “Half past six,” Molly said. “We open at seven. Okay, guys: let’s go turn on the music and the lights, and then get into our positions. Do you all have your radios?” I wondered how Molly would feel if she knew a demon was most likely going to spoil her plans for a hitch-free Halloween event. At the very least, half of her committee would be pre-occupied with the demon, rather than making sure that the mannequins were all stood stock-still as they waited for her punters.

The citizens of the town took him in with the same kindness and acceptance they showed to all new creatures. Mrs. Belfry watched as the last of the townsfolk trickled into the meeting hall, before she stepped out of her yard and slowly took the steps up to the open doors herself. She looked in at her fellow creatures of Halloween. The Zombie, Mr. Shamus McLowry, with his decayed flesh and perfectly styled pompadour. Dr. Billingsly, the town’s mad scientist, with his crazed eyes and bloodied apron. Pete, the cawing raven, who owned Pete’s Sweets candy shop and employed Jack the scarecrow as a sales clerk, sat perched on a ledge in one corner of the large room. The meeting was filled with all

One year stood out above them all and, as he waited for the signal and the attack to begin, his mind drifted back to the Halloween party that seemed so far away. The afternoon was crisp and bright, giving an illuminated sheen to the colorful leaves that clung desperately to the branches on the surrounding trees. Billy and lifelong friend Chuck Zimmer had received the invite to Buddy and Elain’s annual Halloween bash and the two were intent on finding costumes that would outdo everyone else at the party. Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store.

I have a small suspicion but I gotta wait to talk to him to see if I’m right or not. As I get to the counter the two auburn hairs behind it turn around and two identical hazel-colored eyes greet me. “Hey Jen,” Wren says as she approaches the till. “Are you after your usual?” Robin asks I say yes please in response just as she heads over to the coffee machine to start making my order. I pay for my coffee as Robin finishes making it and hands it to me and she asks as she hands me a flyer, “Are you planning on coming to our spooktacular party here on Halloween this weekend?”

“But I was hoping that you might be able to help me with something.” “Anything for such a beauty,” he says. Men are so easy. Show them a great pair of tits, offer a soft smile, and hint that something more might happen and you have them eating out of the palm of your hands. I lean forward and keep my voice low as if I was sharing a secret, “I need a bit of information about someone who goes by the name of Bob.” The bartender hesitates, clearly nervous as his eyes dart around. I keep my gaze relaxed and innocent. His eyes narrowed briefly before he cleared his throat. “Seems that old Bob is very popular today. You know…THEY don’t want anyone knowing anything specific especially wolves.”

~Monday, October 31, 2016 - Halloween- Green, yellow, orange, red, blue. Blue, red, orange, yellow, green. Wow, it appears I've mixed up the order in which I'm munching on my Sour Patch Kids. This showcases my current state of boredom in Philosophy class. Now, where was I? Oh, right... Green, yellow, orange... My investigation into the candy packet grinds to a halt as I find it devoid of any remaining contents. I can't help but pout at this discovery; I seem to have devoured the entire package.