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Take the time to gather dark inspiration from this spooky holiday! It’s a great time to step away from your current project to write a short story or scene to scare yourself or your readers. Here’s my contribution to Halloween stories.

Stolen Soul

“Let me in, Violet. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I press my ear to the rickety wooden door and listen. A guttural moan vibrates the wood against my cheek, sending an icy river of dread down my spine. My breathing is fast and labored, like I’ve been running for miles, but I haven’t left this spot in hours.

I dig my fingers into my palms. “You’re lying.”

The moan grows louder and something thuds on the door. It creaks on its hinges and I stumble and trip over the coffee table. I land hard on my back, the air knocked from my chest, and dark blue stars sparkle in my vision.

I curl my knees to my chest and smash my cheek into the cold ceramic tile. The door shudders as a heavy weight falls against it. It’s not going to last much longer. My step-brother, Chase, traded his soul to a necromancer and now he’s rotting on the porch.

“I just want to talk. Don’t make me break in.”

I cringe when the front window shatters. I swallow the lump in my throat. “Leave me alone. I have nothing to say to you. I warned you, Chase. We should’ve just let them go. I can’t save you now.”

Chase laughs. It’s lifeless, almost maniacal, and the sound punches me in the heart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I lost the coin toss and the plan was to trade my freedom to bring our dead parents back, but I couldn’t go through with it. I knew my dad would understand.

But Chase, he couldn’t fathom being on our own. He tried to offer his freedom instead, but the necromancer denied him—said it was too late and she had her heart set on me. So Chase did the only thing he could think of. He offered his most valuable possession: his soul.

A rotting hand reaches through the window. Greenish-brown flesh catches on the glass and rips free. It splats on the floor and I cover my mouth with my hand as the stench of decay smothers my senses. Chase’s finger snaps when he turns the lock. The sound of cracking bone sends bile up my throat and I press my lips together and squeeze my watery eyes shut. Now’s not the time to get sick.

The door bangs against to wall and Chase hovers in the doorway. His blue eyes are glazed in milky white and his nose is hanging by a thin piece of skin. His green shirt is stained with brown fluid and a hole in the side reveals a pussy, rotting wound.

He grins, one of his front teeth missing. “You’re wrong about that, Violet. You can save me.”

I don’t move. There’s no point in running. Being a servant to the necromancer means he’ll always find me. I stare at the leather band on his wrist, identical to the one I’m wearing. “It’s too late.”

Chase pulls a dirty wad of paper from his back pocket. The skin on his broken finger catches on his bloody jeans and his finger falls to the tile next to me. He drops the crumpled paper on my lap and waits while I straighten it out.

It’s the contract I was supposed to sign before Chase traded his soul, except instead of saying freedom like it did before, it now says soul. Chase wants me to trade my soul for his.

I can’t do it. I won’t.

I shake my head. “This is my eternity you’re asking for.”

“I’m not asking.” He bends down and grabs my hand. He tugs a knife from his pocket and before I have a chance to fight him off, he slices my palm. Pain swells in my hand and I scream. Blood drips through my fingers and lands on the contract on my lap. My heart hammers and I can’t breathe. This isn’t happening. It can’t be.

My blood seeps into the paper and darkness closes around me. It’s like I’m separating in two and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. The world shifts and Chase throws me over his shoulder.

“How could you?” I whisper.

“I did what I had to, Sis. Don’t take it personally.”

My heart shatters into a million pieces as the thought of eternal servitude crosses my mind. All my hope is lost. All that’s left is the relief of the darkness closing around me.

Hope you enjoyed Stolen Soul! Have a Happy Halloween!

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2 thoughts on “Happy Halloween!

  1. Elaine Anderson says:

    Ginna it scared me but I loved it!

    1. GinnaMoran says:

      Thanks! Happy Halloween!

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