SmolNarwhalWrites

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.

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

You didn't plan to go on the date. You didn't even want to date, really, preferring to stay at home and work on the next chapter of your book. But your friend had insisted.

The date didn't go all that badly. He was mediocre, you supposed. An average man, with an average job. After dinner, he took you for a walk in the park. It was dark, but the occasional streetlamp lit the paved walkway, shedding light over the smooth concrete. Stars glittered overhead, sparkling on the smooth pond that stood next to the path.

Your date stopped walking beneath the branches of a large tree. You'd walked quite a ways, you realized, and were now far from the street and the rest of the bustling city. Despite the fact that you were alone with him, you couldn't find it in you to be afraid, or even particularly wary.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly. You looked up into his face, which is twisted with sorrow. His eyes glowed red in the darkness. He opened his mouth, dripping fangs taking the place of smooth, flat human teeth. "Please forgive me."

Your eyes widen. But instead of screaming and running as any sane person would do, you grin.

Your reaction clearly startled him, and he took a step back, confusion playing across his face.

Sitting down on the ground, you take out the small notepad you always carry with you, scribbling down notes in glee. "No no, go on. This is great stuff.

I'm glad we aren't pretending anymore."

Despite all of the weird things that happened in your hometown, you never believed in the paranormal. They often turned out to be a hoax or some sort of fluke. You enjoyed order and explored truth, so perhaps that was why you joined the police. But now, as you stand in the middle of a corn field, dead bodies strewn about, blood sucked clean from their bodies, you can't find a rational explanation at all.