Spooky Quilling is now in its penultimate week! I've really enjoyed writing another spooky story for today's post, and I'd like to say a big thank you to Savannah at The Book Prophet, who is the creator of this challenge. You can read all about it here. There might only be one week left, but you can write a lot in a week (with the help of some great prompts!), so you should definitely think about signing up 😊
Prompt number four is all about the supernatural 👻: ghosts or witches, zombies or mummies... you get the idea. The story must be >1,000 words, and the aim is to make the reader hide under their blanket!
Allaya raised her eyebrows.
“I’ll give you a gold star for effort.”
“You’re no fun,” grumbled
her younger sister. “You might at least pretend
to be scared.”
“I’m sorry, sis,” Allaya
replied. “I like Hallowe’en, but you know I don’t believe in any of that stuff.
Never have, never will.” She looked Korry up and down. “This your best yet,
though. Want me to take a photo?”
“Would you? I couldn’t get
the angle right when I tried on my own. I’m meeting the others soon and we’re
supposed to be uploading photos so we can recognize each other.” She smiled,
and her teeth gleamed white against her zombie make-up.
Allaya went to open the
front door. Her key had been half-turned in the lock when Korry had emerged
from the darkness with her arms extended, making a zombie-like groan. They entered
the hallway, which was mostly in shadow. The flickering glow being thrown off
by several pumpkins was the only source of light. Allaya lifted her hand to
close the door.
When she was an inch or so
from touching the handle, the door moved on its own, closing with a soft click.
Allaya hesitated, then brushed the handle with her fingertips. It was ice-cold.
She frowned and touched it again, but that time it felt normal. Shrugging, she
turned back to Korry.
“In here,” said Korry,
entering the front room. She’d decorated it with so many cobwebs and grisly
accessories that Allaya couldn’t help but laugh. “I think you might have
crossed the line this year,” Allaya said. “Some of these are just grim.” She cautiously
poked a severed arm and it sprang to life, scuttling across the floor on nimble
“Being scared is cool,” said
Korry. “You’re missing out.” She handed Allaya her phone and turned to pose.
“Nice,” said Allaya,
wrinkling her nose. “Very authentic.”
“Are you scared yet?” asked
“No. But I have to hand it
to you. If anything dead or undead is
lurking in the general vicinity of our house, they’re going to feel right at
“Just wait until I turn on
the sound effects. The trick-or-treaters are going to love it.”
“Hmmm. I’m starting to
understand why Mom and Dad went out for the evening,” said Allaya. “You will be
coming back to help me hand out the candy, won’t you?”
Korry nodded. “Yes, in a
little while. You can always leave a bowl on the porch if you want. What about
Allaya rolled her eyes. “I
don’t know if I can be bothered.” Seeing Korry’s disappointment, she relented.
“OK, OK, I’ll put it on.”
“Good. The mood you’re in,
being a miserable old witch shouldn’t be too much of a stretch.”
Allaya laughed. “Thanks,
Once Korry had gone to meet
her friends, Allaya went up to her bedroom. She threw her school bag onto the
bed and collapsed next to it with a sigh of relief. It had been a long day. All
she really wanted to do was curl up in bed with a book and eat as much of the
candy as she could manage before falling asleep.
“Never is a long time,”
whispered a voice. Allaya reared up to a sitting position, holding her hand to
her ear. The right-hand side of her face was freezing cold, as if it had been
dipped in ice water. She turned her head, but could see nothing out of the
ordinary. I must be more tired than I realized, she thought. Or maybe I’m
In the same ear, she heard
an amused chuckle. It chimed like a bell, crystal clear, as if it really were
made of ice. The coldness spread and Allaya winced, hunching her shoulders.
Then she got to her feet, looking left and right. With an expression of
determination, she crouched down to look under the bed, then gave the drapes a
vigorous shake, and finally threw the wardrobe door wide open. Nothing.
“What makes you think I need
to hide?” said the voice. “Really, Allaya, I expected you to figure it out more
quickly than this. It’s Hallowe’en. I save the smart ones for Hallowe’en.”
Allaya gritted her teeth, or
tried to. Her entire face was numb. She marched up to the mirror inside her
wardrobe door and glared at her expression. I dare you, she thought. I dare you
to show yourself, whoever you are. I’m not afraid.
“I don’t hide inside
mirrors, either.” A sigh, which travelled down Allaya’s body like an icy
caress. “I’m always here. I simply choose when to reveal myself. I’m beginning
to think you were selected incorrectly.”
There was a short silence.
Allaya shivered. “I don’t know who you are, but it’s a good trick, I’ll give
you that,” she said. She lifted her chin. It was hard to speak because of the
cold. “What do you want? Why did you select
me? To make fun of me? That’s pretty lame.”
The laugh came again. “Better.
Now we can begin.”
“Begin what?” Allaya wrapped
her arms around herself in an attempt to ward off the cold. “Who are you?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
The coldness swept through Allaya from head to toe, leaving her weak and
struggling to stand. It pooled at her feet in a swirling silver cloud, then
drifted upwards until it reformed as a perfect, transparent copy of Allaya
“What is this?” asked
Allaya. “If you’re trying to scare me, you can forget it. We’ve got scarier
decorations downstairs than this… this fake version of me.”
“Fake? Oh, that’s funny.
Look more closely.”
Allaya leaned forwards and
then changed her mind, making a frustrated noise. “I don’t take orders from
you. Get out of here. Go away. Otherwise, I’ll…” Her voice trailed off.
“Otherwise?” The voice was
still a cold whisper inside Allaya’s ear. “You’ll do… what, precisely? You
don’t believe in me, Allaya. Remember?” The whisper became almost too soft to
hear. “Never have… never will. Well, never is a long time. Let’s see if I can
change your mind.”
Allaya reached out to grab
the apparition in front of her, but it turned to vapour before she could touch
it. There was another laugh. It was like icicles inside her head, sharp and painful. The weakness returned and
she swayed on her feet.
The ghostly vision
reappeared on the other side of the room. Allaya approached it cautiously.
“It always amuses me how
many of you don’t believe,” said the
voice. “People go missing every day, and they never come back.Where do you think they go?”
“What?” Allaya frowned,
gathering her thoughts with some effort. “They choose to leave, or they get
into trouble, or… I don’t know. Things happen. It’s life. The world isn’t
always a nice place.”
“Admirably pragmatic of you.
So, do you think you can rationalize everything?”
“Most things.” She reached
out to brush against the fingertips of the other version of herself and
“Can you rationalize that?”
whispered the voice.
Allaya swallowed. She lifted
her arm again. It was trembling and not just because of the cold. When she made
contact again she couldn’t prevent a horrified gasp from escaping her mouth.
“Yes,” said the voice,
drawing out the word until it became a hiss. “That’s it. Can you feel it?”
“The fear. Your fear.”
Allaya’s breathing was speeding
up. She had touched the ghost, her right hand to its left, and she had felt it
against her own left hand. As if she were the ghost. But that was impossible.
She moved her fingers, grasping the wrist of the ghost. There was no mistake.
It was her own wrist. And now the ghost was dragging her towards it, like a
sinister magnet. Except it was her. She was dragging herself. The more she
pulled away, the closer she got. She dug her toes into the carpet. It felt like
she was teetering on the edge of an abyss. Terror flooded her body, like
“I selected you because of
this.” The whispering voice was all around her now. “Because you didn’t believe.
It makes your moment of comprehension so powerful. Your fear will sustain me
for a long time.”
“Help me,” said Allaya. Her
voice was so faint she could hardly hear it. She tried again, but it was even
softer the second time.
“Where do the missing people go, Allaya? Why do they never come back? Come closer and I’ll show you.”
Desperately, Allaya resisted
the insidious drag of the spectre, but it was no use. The air shimmered, as if
a doorway were opening, and then she was gone. For long moments, all was silent,
until the front door burst open, and laughter floated up the stairs. “Allaya?”
said Korry. “You’d better be wearing that costume. Allaya? Where are you? Allaya?”