So, I decided to rework my Halloween story for a contest on another blogger’s site.  Here is the link for the actual contest! 

So, here goes nothing!  I hope it works better this time around!

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She reached her hand up to smooth his black hair into place. “You know, you kind of look hot dressed like this. You might need to keep that T-birds jacket.”

“This is so wrong on so many levels,” she said in between kisses.

“Uh-huh…” he acknowledged without stopping.

They became completely engrossed with one another – so much so that they didn’t realize they were being watched.

Hidden behind the tombstone closest to the couple, a girl reached up and threaded her fingers into her hair. It was down to the middle of her back, so curling it had been no joke. She’d taken a lot of care to place the pins just so – crisscrossed little sections all along her scalp. It took her over an hour to get them in and she’d slept like a mummy so that they wouldn’t get displaced. It still had the perfect curl that it did the day she died.

Barbara watched the couple intently, enjoying a silent laugh at their costumes – they’d gotten it all wrong.

She glanced down at her own attire, which had been a yellow dress with perfect little buttons down the front when she was first buried. The crinoline under the skirt was intact in most places, but it had been torn and pulled over the years and the yellow that was once beautiful was now stained with dirt. Her enjoyment at their inept attempt at fifties dress quickly turned to fury.

Why was this Chloe girl allowed to have a life when she had been denied one?  Barbara and she looked about the same age, but Chloe was alive and was going to have experiences that she would never have.

Barbara’s own boyfriend, Harold, lured her out into the graveyard fifty-three years prior, to the day. She went along with it, ignoring the feeling in her gut telling her something was off. Harold started off as a gentleman, but his true nature revealed itself before the night was through.

He began with innocent kisses, but his intentions quickly turned sinister. She clawed and scratched to get away, all while he screamed at her and continued ripping her costume. In their struggle, she fell and hit her head on a grave marker and he left her to bleed to death. She’d taken care of Harold the first night she rose from the dead. That had been satisfying, but she’d grown lonely over the years.

No, she decided, this girl was not going to get to keep Jacob.

She grabbed the edges of her skirt and began slinking toward where the couple lay. Jacob was on top of Chloe, so she was the first to see her. Chloe’s eyes opened lazily at first, but when they rested on the ghostly figure, they grew wide with fear. She threw Jacob off of her and turned to run away. She’d sensed the danger, but Jacob stayed frozen on the ground.

She let Chloe escape – it wasn’t her she wanted.

She cocked her head to the side and grinned as Jacob turned to face her. His mouth dropped open in fear and the color drained from his face, but he didn’t run.

Oh yes, she thought, he was going to make a perfect forever boyfriend.

There was a Teenlit Halloween contest on the forum I visit and so I created two entries.  I was only allowed to enter one, so I thought I’d share the other one here.  I actually liked this one a bit better, but couldn’t get it how I wanted it in time.  It’s still pretty rough, but I’m too lazy to work on it anymore. : -P

***Bonus points if you know where the picture came from***

Halloween Sucks

Another Halloween, I thought with disgust.

I reached up and threaded my fingers into my hair.  It was down to the middle of my back, so curling it was no joke.  I’d taken a lot of care to place the pins just so – crisscrossed little sections all along my scalp.  It took me over an hour to get them in and I had to sleep like a mummy so that they wouldn’t get displaced.  It still had the perfect curl that it did the day I died.

I should have been celebrating my 69^th birthday this year, but instead, I was eternally 16 – frozen like a Popsicle in the year 1956.

Thankfully, I was in a sort of limbo for the majority of the year and stayed oblivious to time continuing around me.  I guess some great being thought it would be a riot to have me rise again zombie-style on Halloween.  It was almost poetic, if you were Alfred Hitchcock. 

Normally, I saw no point in reliving Night of the Living Dead and I spent the holiday hidden by my tombstone, but that was going to change starting tonight.  I was sick of the hand I’d been dealt, and I was lonely.

As if on cue, I heard a girl and boy running through the cemetery, both giggling nervously. 

“Eek, Jacob!  This place is so creepy!”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point,” he said, pulling her close to his side.  I stayed hunched close to the ground, hidden by the thickening fog. 

He was handsome in an all-American sort of way and she just looked fast.  Jacob ran his fingers along the girl’s face and leaned in to kiss her.  She sighed as she fell into his mouth. 

Why teenagers thought a cemetery was a good place to make out was beyond me, though that idea wasn’t a new one.  It’s what Harold had convinced me to do the night I was killed.

“I’ll protect you from the big, bad ghosts,” he’d reassured me.  If only he’d been able to.

I shuddered as the memories of that night flooded my mind, but forced myself to remain in the present.  The teen lovers were on the ground totally engrossed with one another.  I felt the corners of my mouth turn up in a sinister way. 

Pulling my skirt up a bit as I stood, I inched closer to them.  Jacob was on top of the girl, so she was the first to see me.  Her eyes lazily opened at first, but when they rested on my ghostly appearance, they grew wide with fear.  She threw Jacob off of her and turned to run away.  She’d sensed the danger, but he stayed frozen on the ground. 

I let her go – it wasn’t her I was interested in.

I cocked my head to the side and grinned as he turned to face me.  Oh yes, he was going to make a perfect forever boyfriend.