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Rated: E · Short Story · Cultural · #1718693
This is a Halloween story about a ghost and werewolf.
            The ghost that lived in the old tumbling house was the meanest ghost and scariest ghost around (in his opinion).  He was bright green, with blood tumbling out of his mouth in streams.
            Now, beyond the hill where the house stood lived a man in a little hut.  He was a farmer with a terrible secret.  Most of the time the farmer was quite nice to the children that played hide and seek around his hut.  He also liked  giving his friends many gifts because he felt guilty about his secret.
          On Halloween the sun changed into the moon and it became dark.
        The ghost was happy because he was the meanest, scariest ghost around.  There were a few children that were brave enough to come up the crumbling stone walk and to the door of the ghost’s house.  They soon found out what terror was.  The ghost had quite a bit of fun when he opened his mouth so wide that blood made floods on the wood floor inside the house.
        A werewolf lingered on the street underneath the single lamp after all the children had gone to bed.  He picked his teeth with a huge, yellow claw.  He did not eat children.  He wanted them with much hunger.  He just ate cats and dogs instead because he could hold himself back.  It had taken him many years of practice to master this.
        He saw a cat dash into the house where the ghost of great fury lived.  He knew this, and was afraid, but he was still hungry.  The little poodle he had eaten was hardly a snack. He went into the leaning house, and reached out to grab the cat.  He grabbed a ghost instead, raking big streaks for a moment in him before the streaks closed of their own volition.  The ghost had appeared quite suddenly.  He and the ghost screamed at the same time.
        The ghost peered at the werewolf in surprise, and then winked out of sight.  He never came back.  The folks in the neighborhood said he was the first ghost to die of fright, for they had heard him scream.
      The farmer was the only one who knew the story of how the ghost had disappeared. 
 
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