

Discover more from Funny Freaky Fiction
Halloween Hunt
Halloween Hunt
“But why can’t I trick or treat, mama?” asked my littlest girl.
“It’s not safe, honey. Not this year.” I looked up at the darkening sky and realized we didn’t have much time left. It was stupid, this new game of the townsfolk. Using the one night my children could blend in with the other kids and have a little fun.
Ridiculous.
“But Morry got to go last year. So did Gala and Nalia and Harbert.”
“I know, my love. And I really, really wish you could go into town and get a bucketful of candy.”
“Carn, c’mere.” Harbert stretched out his hand and my sweet baby took her brother’s hand. “You and Dad should stay with us,” he said. “They bring guns, Mom.”
“I know. But if our tribe doesn’t stop this nonsense, Carn will never get to experience Halloween. Now, go inside. We’ll be back later.”
My husband was with the other parents, preparing to scare the humans out of our territory. Last year, the fools got too close to our community. Luckily, most of them were drunk and easily deterred by our screaming and rock throwing.
I waved good-by to my children and pushed the boulder against the entrance to our cave. I lifted my head and yowled. Moments later, I received an answering yowl from my husband. I headed to the south, where my mate and our tribe waited.
Bad enough they called us Sasquatch and Bigfoot. Or worse, they thought of us as the missing link in their own history. More and more of them brought their curiosity and gadgets into the forest seeking our kind. We’d spent thousand of years hiding from them. They would never find us.
But tonight … we would find them.
It would be a Halloween they’d never forget.
Want more creepy short stories? Use Michele’s Amazon affiliate link to buy Jeff Strand’s Freaky Briefs. Or you can read Freaky Briefs for free with Kindle Unlimited.