I haven’t posted on here in quite a while, but I’ve cooked up something pretty cool for this month. I’ve serialized a horror story that I’ll be posting a part of every day this month. You can check it out here or follow my Facebook page @BradBottBooks.
The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve
My younger sister, Cassandra, went missing almost a year ago. The bad part is, I’m almost positive it’s my fault. If she wasn’t such a brat, maybe I wouldn’t have made up that story about the Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve.
Last night, I told Cas all about how the Goblin Saint would come and take one, extra bratty kid on All Hallow’s Eve. To really make her believe my story, I left a little plastic pumpkin, with a T carved in it, on the nightstand next to her bed. When she woke up, she found it and brought it straight to me.
“I know you left this to try to scare me more you big dummy,” she said.
“It wasn’t me. I told you the Goblin Saint would come for a brat. And you’ve been extra bratty lately. Maybe he’s sending you a warning.”
“I’ll just throw it away. You’re an idiot.” She said before storming off.
This morning when I woke up, there was a little plastic pumpkin, with a T carved in it, on the nightstand next to my bed. I’m not going to lie, I’m a little freaked out. I should be the only one who knows about this. Well, except for my sister. But again, she’s been missing for almost a year.