This flash 300 fiction prose short story, is actually one I wrote and published last year but before you go running to the hills it has been revamped, retitled and I have to say much better than last years attempt. I hope you agree.
Demons Night Out
We’d meet at the village Tavern, it was our once a year, get together treat. Any tricks to be had would be on the villages when we’d finished with them. It was going to be a good night.
We’d each get a round of drinks in. At least one young virgin between us, sometimes two if we really felt like celebrating. Male or female it didn’t matter, we kept them hidden outside to keep them cool. Sneaking in tankards of blood when no one was looking. Nobody ever found them.
When last orders were called that’s when the really fun began. We started the scaring; slow to begin with; the fanged teeth, showing the odd claw, a grunt and then full on scare-the-bejesus out of them.
The looks on their faces was priceless when they realised what we were. First there was the panic, the screaming and the shouting. They’d be off, running to their hovels to get whatever they could to use as weapons. Pitchforks and the like, ye olde burning torch, trying to band together in some sort of organised chaos.
One year a villager came at me with a scythe, almost took my head off. Phew that was a close shave I can tell you.
Then it was our turn, all in good fun of course. We’d just stroll through the masses, claws flailing while limbs flew and heads rolled. Teeth gleamed while blood squirted from body parts. Getting our fill of terror and death while collecting what souls we could.
Unfortunately those nights were never long enough. There were some occasions when we were having so much fun we’d forget sun up. They were close calls believe me. I’ve got my fair share of singes.
Oh Yes! Those were Hallowe’en nights; hell on earth. Such fun!
If you happen to be interested in my older, longer version you can check it out here.
Copyright © JRFC September 2019 Image from Pixabay