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Write about someone’s first Halloween as a ghost.

Posted in Halloween on Nov 1, 2022

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Onboarding

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The HR lady leads a woman out of her office. The waiting room is full of recruits. HR lady’s secretary hands her a folder, and then takes a call. HR lady tells you she’ll be back and ready to start your onboarding in a few minutes. You were about to stand up and put out your hand for a handshake, but when she breezed past you, you plopped back down. Awkward. You give a little wave that indicates, “Take your time!” Your time. Her time. Someone’s time. It must be for efficiency’s sake for the new applicants. They’ll want to know when they die...

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A Night To Remember

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It’s been a year since it happened. I still remember it as if it happened the day before, and it remains fresh in my mind. On a causal summer day, I was walking down the street, planning to go to the convenience store for some snacks for me and my sister. As I approached the door however, I heard commotion inside the store. People were screaming, and I heard glass windows shattering from the loud, sharp sound of a shotgun. I backed up, not sure what to do. Just as I was deciding to run away, the gunman spotted me and aimed his gun. Before I ...

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An eternal dusk

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Things felt different now. Sacha couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was something in the air, like a memory long forgotten that clung to the tips of her hair and down the hem of her dress. The falling night smelled like sadness, like regret. Something wasn’t right. She just didn’t know exactly what was wrong yet. Sacha had been in the dark about a lot of things since her birth a few months ago. The feeling wasn’t new, per se. But it had never been so strong. She could almost taste it now, almost touch it. It smelled like freedom,...

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These Things Do Happen

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The wind was sharp and biting, whipping around street corners and through open doors with a ferocity that sparked rumors of an early frost. Collars were raised against the brisk air, and paces quickened as through the cold could be outrun; tricked by a sidestep or left behind on a crowded stretch of sidewalk.The young woman peering into a window of the corner store was dressed altogether inappropriately for the season. The short hem of her sundress and thin brown sandals would prove no match for the unrelenting chill - that is, if it had bee...

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Mrs.Gilbert and The Best Halloween in Town

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After days of excitement and decorations, it had finally approached, the festival of the dead, Halloween. I had so many plans over the weekend, so many ideas. Like how I would go tick or treating, decorate my lawn with numerous fake ghosts, carve pumpkins with my sister and sneak into Mrs. Gilbert's house. Sadly, it all came crashing down. Like literally, crashing down. One week before the day.... the bus I was traveling in crashed into a tree. Out of the twelve passengers inside, two of us died. Me and my childhood friend, Daniel. I felt fr...

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Ashes to Ashes

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I am a traditionalist. For me, Halloween is not about candy, and it is most certainly not about dressing up as a princess. No. Halloween is, and always has been, the night of the year where the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead is at its thinnest; stretched so thin that the souls of the dead may, during the darkest hours, rise from their graves to torment the living. That’s how I always imagined it when I was alive, and I can hardly tell you how excited I was to experience my first Halloween, now that I’m dead. Things didn’t...

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First Halloween Down There

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First Halloween Down There I knew as soon as I stepped off the pavement that it would hit me. I just wasn’t concentrating on the busy traffic – my head was full of Halloween thoughts. I was day dreaming and picturing me as ‘The Daughter of Dracula’ in the dress that I had just finished sewing the day before, and thinking about how I was going to make the punch disgusting to look at but delicious to drink was a mistake. I just wasn’t concentrating on the road. Afternoon was running into evening and as the sun sank down behind buildings and ...

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A Kind of Misunderstanding

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People usually don’t see the other side. I didn’t think it existed either, until I had an out-of-body experience. Here I am. Translucent to myself, transparent to others, non-living in a world of opaque, tangible objects. Except for windows—they could be any of those three states in their lifetime. Not implying windows are alive, but after last October, I’d believe anything.This Halloween, I don’t need a costume. I am the costume.Speaking of the holiday, it’s a favorite of mine. As a kid I loved haunted houses; the rows of homes lit up with ...

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Better Late Than Never

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I pull my phone out of my pocket as I turn the ignition in my car. The screen lights up the interior and I see three voice mails from Cassie. I dial her number as I throw the car into drive. “Mason, where the hell are you?” the anger in her voice amplified over the speakers when she answers on the second ring. “Abigail is losing it, she won’t even get her costume on because she doesn’t want to go without you.”“I know, I’m leaving base now. Just tell Abigail to get her costume on I’ll be there shortly.” I speed out of the parking lot hoping ...

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Horror of Halloween

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“Jamie is it important for us to hide here? Can’t we have fun too after all we are a ghost?” I whispered “you are saying this because it’s your first Halloween here or else you would be shaking like a leaf,” he said sounding a bit rude. I rolled my eyes and just did what Jamie was doing, hiding. It has been three months since I’m a ghost and I can tell you nothing is thrilling about being a ghost, it is nothing like what we see in movies or what people say about the ghost. When I became one myself, I tried every possible way to let a human f...

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To Haunt or Not to Haunt

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Learning not to breathe is a hard thing, especially since breathing was never learned to begin with. I cannot actually breathe since I am air. The best explanation I ever got is I am a gaseous form of my human memories. It’s been two months since my death, I still cannot stop trying to breathe. My ghost friends say I can dissipate if I breathe too much. I’ll start expanding, then poof. It could be hazing, though. Ghosts are known for being pranksters.  Tonight should be good. Once a year, people all over interact with us. Halloween. In...

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Ghosthood

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Half a year has passed since I died. I don’t like remembering it, it’s not something I want to be a part of, since I died so young I feel incredibly depressed thinking about it. While I was crossing the street I was hit by an incoming cat. It all happened too fast. At first I thought I had somehow avoided it, I didn’t know how but I was still standing, the passing car felt like wind, not so gentle that I wouldn't notice it but also not so forceful that id would push me. My eyes were closed tight during the whole time, squeezing them shut, wi...

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First Time Ghost

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For the first time since he could remember, the brisk fall air drifting across his face wasn’t what stirred him. This time it was a woodpecker. The Woodpecker. It was the third day in a row the tympanic echo off the hollow tree reverberated throughout the house. Still in bed, he shot up mid-stretch as his memory came back to him. How did he get there? He looked around feeling dizzy, the way you feel when you realize you’re in a dream and then your whole dream world crashes down around you. Mind still swimming, he laid back down to think. T...

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Ghost Cat Inky

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Ghost Cat Inky“Meow?” Said Inky questioningly as he looks around at the Rainbow Bridge.“Woof! Stop where you are. My name is St. Penny and I decide who proceeds through these gates on behalf of the Highest Power,” explained the large Weimaraner dog. “If all dogs go to heaven does that mean all cats go to hell?” Asked Inky.“No, silly! There are plenty of wonderful kitty cats up here as well as doggies and bunnies and hamsters. All animals get vetted before they come through,” explained St. Penny. “What happened to me? How did I get ...

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He came back

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                                  HE CAME BACK                                  A SHORT STORY                    &n...

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