Robert California Halloween Story Novels & Stories

“It’s nothing fancy. Come on.” I comply, still voicing my apprehension. “People get murdered by serial killers in the woods after dark, you know. I’ve seen the horror movies. It’s always an idiot like you who plans an evening like this, and everybody else gets killed by a machete-wielding lunatic.” Robert is roaring with laughter now. “How about this: if I see someone holding a machete, I’ll steal it and give it to you. Nobody’s going to bother you with a machete in your hand.”

Gradually over time, she'd go into a vegetative state in the hospital, her consciousness forever trapped in this silicone doll. The comments fell silent for a whole minute before they appeared again. "Laura… Laura Halliwell, you win." "Dorothy will never go back to her own body." "Calvin will lose his mind." I returned the doll to the display case and locked the door. After that, I grabbed my phone and texted Calvin. "Your doll's with me. Come and take it whenever you like." He didn't respond, and I doubted he ever would.

Since the town was founded, the people that lived here believed it was still in the early 20th century. That night, the man whose name is Robert, gave us fried fish for dinner and watched a movie called "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari". Later that night, Alice, Sally, Jack, and I are talking about what had happened through out the day when my phone started ringing. I checked the caller ID to find out it was my dad. "Dad are you okay?!" I say right the second I picked up the phone,

Chloe thought the secretaries seemed a bit odd at this company. "Hello, Robert. My name is Chloe Harris." "Oh, yes Mrs. Harris, I've heard lots about you," Robert said excitedly. Then he lowered his voice almost to a whisper. "Was Mr. Kawasaki really naked last night? Was he really screwing Heather Ackerman?" "Um. Yes." Chloe was slightly taken aback by his questions. "Did you get a good look at him? What was he like? Was he big? Like was it long and thin or thick and short or glorious in every way? Was he circumcised?"

Reynold added, placing emphasis on his last word as he poked Robert on his chest. “I'll talk to Father,” Robert said, as he made to leave. “And what about the vampire? Father would definitely get a scent of him…with all these blood stained everywhere.” Reynold said, looking around, “Or maybe we can kill him now and serve his head on father's plate,” Reynold added, a smirk creeping to one corner of his lips. “You two wouldn't dare!” I challenged, and it was funny that I did. “Fine, we would hide him then.” Robert finally said, and I was relieved.