The opportunity only comes once in many years. It happened in 2001, when you were younger and not fully grown into your powers. At that time, you were too young to enjoy it. But finally, in 2020, you had your chance.

On Halloween night, you didn't bother with a costume. You could feel the shift begin with the rising moon, fur rippling along your skin and your teeth and claws growing. Once the shift was complete, you gave a toothy grin and set out.

"Great costume!" Someone said as you passed them on the street.

"Thanks!" You responded, "This year, I'm finally going to win the costume contest."

Happy Halloween, everyone! Hope everyone had a great Spooky Month!

Comment below and let me know what you're doing for Halloween this year.

~SmolNarwhal

"Do we have to go?" A whined, wrapping their arms around B's arm. "I'd much rather stay home. Where its safe. And warm."

B stopped on the sidewalk, turning to A and explaining patiently, "A, we are already halfway there. And we got dressed in our costumes."

"I know, but C will probably be there," A muttered, not meeting B's eyes.

B's grip on A tightened slightly, their eyes narrowing. "Yes. And if they try to come anywhere near us, I'll pulverize them. But you said yesterday that you weren't going to let them get under your skin anymore. Also, there will be a bunch of other people there. We may not even see them."

A just let their gaze fall to the ground.

B sighed, pulling A into their arms, "Do you want to skip the party? We can go home and watch scary movies and order a pizza if you prefer."

A nodded slowly, pouting.

"I'll let you pick the movie," B offered.

A seemed to brighten at that, allowing B to lead them back home.

"Wait! Don't open--" you lurch for the closet door, trying to stop your friend from opening it.

But you're too late. They twist the knob and yank open the door. You freeze in place as the bones fall out, a skull rolling across the floor.

Your friend slowly turns to you, their eyes wide and jaw slack.

"Um... I can explain?"

Halloween. The one night a year where everyone runs around covered in fake blood. It's also the one night a year you can be your true self.

"Wow, that's a great vampire costume!" Your date greets you when they open the door.

You smile, forever amused by that sentence. "Thanks. Shall we?" You offer them your arm.

You and your date go to the halloween party at your friend's house. What your date doesn't know is that all the fabulous 'costumes' at the party are real.

You and your date have a good time. And when you and your date excuse yourselves to one of the secluded rooms in the house, you begin to get excited.

Your date screams when you sink your fangs into their neck. But of course, no one cares. It's halloween, after all.

Everyone's covered in blood.

Every Halloween for as long as anyone could remember, someone went missing. It was shrugged off as coincidence, that Halloween was an opportunity for a kidnapping. But those who were taken were never found, and no evidence ever came up to point towards a kidnapper. It was like they simply vanished.

One Halloween night when you were a child, you remember walking along with your friends. You were separated from them by accident and wandered through a secluded area of the city.

Suddenly, someone grabbed you, placing their hand over your mouth and hefting you up in their arms. You tried to scream, kicking out with your legs, but they were too strong. They carried you into a dark alleyway and deposited you on the ground.

You whirled around to face your captor, trembling in fear. He looked like a normal person, but his skin and eyes seemed odd. They were waxy and somehow didn't quite seem right. You tried to scoot away from your captor, but behind you came the voice of someone else.

"No, not that one," a smooth voice said from the shadows.

The man with the strange skin scoffed, crossing his arms, "You've never been picky before. Why now?"

"You must never harm this one," the voice responded almost gently, "Take [him/her/them] back."

"Fine," the man responded. He reached for you. You tried to evade him, whimpering in fear. He growled in anger, "Come here, you little mongrel."

From the shadows came a growl. Suddenly, you were scooped up in gentle arms, pulled into the shadows. "It's okay, little one," the being cooed softly, carrying you towards the entrance to the alley. The shadows moved around them as though they were part of them. The being deposited you gently just outside of the alleyway. "Run along. There's no need to be afraid."

You could not see their face, but their eyes glowed red from the shadows. A moment later, they were gone. And you were alone on the street.

Years had passed. Now, as an adult, you stood at the entrance to that same alleyway on Halloween night.

You had never dared come back for so many years, but something about tonight had drawn you to this place.

You cautiously entered the alleyway, eyes searching through the darkness. Had all those things really happened? Or was it the overactive imagination of a child?

But a smooth voice came from the shadows then, confirming your suspicions. "Hello, little one."

You were never afraid of the dark. Even as a young child, it never scared you. Shadows crawled on the wall, and you dismissed them. You got used to darkness, and you did not fear it.

Now you are an adult living alone outside of the city. As you drift to sleep, the door slowly creeps open on its own. You should have been scared. Any sane person would have been scared. But as you open your eyes and see the shadowy form slowly approaching your bedside, you can only smile sleepily.

"Hello, my old friend," you whisper to the darkness.

Person A: Hey, guys. We should dress up as Team Voltron for Halloween this year.

Person B: Heck yes!

Person C: What? I thought we were going as Maroon 5 but we just all dress up in the color maroon?

A: Voltron.

B: Voltron!

D: Yeah, Voltron!

C: Fine... But only if I can be Keith.

The mine had shut down many years ago. The last people to have had a good reason to go down into those tunnels would have been your grandfathers' age, but of course that didn't stop the youth from occasionally venturing down into the darkness to party or get alone time with a young lover.

Normally, it was okay. The mine shaft was quite drafty and very dark, but if you were okay with a few broken beer bottles, it was a good place to find peace and quiet.

Except for when the sky was dark.

No one went into the tunnels on the new moon. Because when the moon wasn't visible in the sky, something bad always happened. The authorities would repeat the same stories: a tragic accident, must have been an animal attack.

But those who found the bodies swore that it was no animal that did this. Those who discovered the massacred flesh of those poor lost souls never went down in the mine shafts again, too terrified that they would be the next ones to have their skin flayed clean off and their meaty flesh consumed.

"Good morning, X," the large black cat said aloud, it's paws pressed heavily upon X's chest.

X stared with wide eyes at the feline they'd never seen before, "Am I dreaming?"

"No," the cat responded almost as though it wished X were dreaming. It sat, it's tail flicking back and forth. "But you're probably going to wish you were when you see what's happening outside."

"What?" X blinks, turning their head toward the window next to their bed. "What's going on?"

"Yeah, you know how black cats are supposed to be bad luck?" The cat drawled, orange eyes bored.

X tries to sit up unsuccessfully, the large animal heavier than they'd expected. "Yeah?"

"Well I think you just became very unlucky."

Spooky Month Prompts

Hey guys,

Tomorrow is the first day of October so I was thinking of doing more horror/thriller/Halloween-themed prompts. If there are any of the following topics you would like to see more of, please comment or reblog and let me know!

Feel free to let me know if I missed anything you want to see on my blog this year.

Thanks!

~SmolNarwhal

Horror Dialogue Prompts

Happy Halloween!

It's been a busy spooky month so far but I hope you will all have an awesome spooky day!

I (unfortunately) will be spending my evening at school (lame, I know) in Chemistry lecture. We have a test coming up and tonight is the review. I usually throw a Halloween party, but that didn't happen this year. What are y'all doing for Halloween? Feel free to comment on this post and let me know.

Have a spooky one!

~SmolNarwhal

Spooky Prompt 10

For the fourth day in a row, you wake up to find Death staring you in the face. The first two days, you had been too afraid to speak, and Death had left without a word. The third day, Death left right as you gathered up the courage to speak. Today, you were determined not to let him leave without asking him.

"Why are you here again?" You ask in a hushed whisper.

He frowned, his hollow eyes looking into yours. "You were supposed to die already. Yet somehow, you're alive."

Blinking in surprise, your eyebrows drew together. "What does that mean?"

"It means that if you don't die by the end of the fifth day, I will end your life for you."

You both stared at each other for a long moment, a chill running down your spine.

Spooky Month Prompt 9

You come across a talking black cat.

What do you do?

Spooky Month Prompt 8

Having been the head of the theatre department at the local college for many years, there were many nights you stayed late to finish building a set or going over costume preparations or other such tasks. However, usually someone was still there while you were, another teacher or even a janitor.

But this particular night, you had stayed much later than normal. You were working on a set for a Halloween play based on the Headless Horseman, which your students were meant to put on the following week. The janitor had said goodnight a good half hour prior, leaving you entirely alone.

You were about to wrap up and go home when you heard footsteps towards the far wing of the stage. Frowning, you stood up.

"Who's there?" You called.

The footsteps quieted, and there was a deafening silence.

Picking up a hammer, you held it out in front of you, "Come out, please."

A dark chuckle sounded loudly from behind the curtain. "Okay," a deep voice said.

You watched as bone-white fingers pulled the curtain aside. When you saw the face that greeted you, you screamed, dropped the hammer, and ran.

Spooky Month Prompt 7

Every Halloween for as long as anyone could remember, someone went missing. It was shrugged off as coincidence, that Halloween was an opportunity for a kidnapping. But those who were taken were never found, and no evidence ever came up to point towards a kidnapper. It was like they simply vanished.

One Halloween night when you were a child, you remember walking along with your friends. You were separated from them by accident, and wandered through a secluded area of the city.

Suddenly, someone grabbed you, placing their hand over your mouth and hefting you up. They carried you into a dark alleyway and deposited you on the ground.

You whirled around to face your captor, trembling in fear. He looked like a normal person, but his skin and eyes seemed odd. They were waxy and somehow didn't quite seem right. You tried to scoot away from your captor, but behind you came the voice of someone else.

"No, not that one," a smooth voice said from the shadows.

The man with the strange skin scoffed, crossing his arms, "You've never been picky before. Why now?"

"You must never harm this one," the voice responded almost gently, "Take him/her back."

"Fine," the man responded. He reached for you. You tried to evade him, whimpering in fear. He growled in anger, "Come here, you little mongrel."

From the shadows came a growl. Suddenly, you were scooped up in gentle arms, pulled into the shadows. "It's okay, little one," the being cooed softly, carrying you towards the entrance to the alley. The shadows moved around them as though they were part of them. The being deposited you gently just outside of the alleyway. "Run along. There's no need to be afraid."

You could not see their face, but their eyes glowed red from the shadows. A moment later, they were gone. And you were alone on the street.

Years had passed. Now, as an adult, you stood at the entrance to that same alleyway on Halloween night.

You had never dared come back for so many years, but something about tonight had drawn you to this place.

You cautiously entered the alleyway, eyes searching through the darkness. Had all those things really happened? Or was it the overactive imagination of a child?

But a smooth voice came from the shadows then, confirming your suspicions. "Hello, little one."