It was late on Halloween night. The house creaked and moaned as the howling winds pushed and battered it. The house itself was quiet until a firm. Knock. Knock. Knock. Came at the door. He startled. He hadn't had a visitor all night. People knew better than to come to his door. He slowly slinked down the stairs. As he reached the bottom they sounded again. Knock. Knock. Knock. He gulped and moved towards the door. Slowly turning the handle and pulling the door open with a creak. When the door opened, a girl stood at the door dressed as a witch. She held out a bag to him and spoke "Happy Halloween Everyone!"
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Goretober 2023
HorrorYou guessed it, still can't draw so we're back for Goretober year 4. I'm gonna do my best to write A short horror scene every day for every prompt. Wish me luck!
