He was a tattooed killer, proud and true, and though his victim list was one of epic length, he had never been caught with blood stained hands, only inked devils. And his mind would reminisce of the days when teens would accompany their smaller siblings on the search for doors leading to sweet treats.
Those were the October nights that he liked the best; young boys and girls on the verge of adulthood ripe for the picking. And those tender little morsels of candy that remained hidden amongst their ghoulish robes and plastic face masks would be his, too.
Sharpened little blades, sliding against strong whetstone, preparing for the dicing that would take place at midnight. He had his pick of children, photos lining his coffee table from previous mornings of outside play and spy cameras.
The air was crisp and his mood was delightful. His diseased mind, a bomb of pumpkin guts and candles surrounded by flamable oils, was ready to implode with anticipation. And as the hawk swooped in to grab his prey, his eyes became more focused on a boy in a white robe. He was a cherub with a literal glow. And with a laugh of pure desire, the killer turned his gaze solely to the pure boy.
And as the midnight air washed the morning clean, police were called to a local hayfield where a body was found. It was in fact the body of boy in white, but this boy was no kid. His skin was snow and his eyes were a mix of confusion and that glaze that eyes get when life has ceased.
This boy's hands where covered in ink devils and his torso was covered with running holes, bloody and deep, a murder weapon right next to his body--his own knife.
Author notes
This was originally for a contest by Kelsi, but I thought that it was not as scary as she would want. I have written a piece before that was of epic horror. When I first got in this sight, I posted it and it was removed....much to my dismay.
So, in light of that, I have always tuned down what I pen for this site.
Sorry that this piece sucks so much ass.
In a list
A contest entry
- Screamworthy. by ladybug..
400 points, ended November 1, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you think of this?
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This write freaked me out a little lol. It's enough to send chills down my spine.
This line is brilliant-
His diseased mind, a bomb of pumpkin guts and candles surrounded by flamable oils, was ready to implode with anticipation.
Wonderful piece.
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Believe it or not, this was almost trash.... Haha. Then, it won me a gold. I find it weird... Thanks for your wonderful comments. I am trying to get to your poems now.
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Very good. Congratulations on the Gold, much better than mine. I suck at scary though I love scary movies. You did this very well considering the constraints. I enjoyed the read very much.
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honey it is scary and gave me shills for your words sen shivers .. as cold as the ice sent thrills.. well penned you wroet a winner hugs always Angel♥♥
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Aw, thanks! Hugs back to you!
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This is sooooooooo cool! I loved it! One of the best scary short stories that i've read with wonderful detail! So cool! Good luck!
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Am I inside or outside right now? *glances around* there's such a chill factor, reading this eree (AP says that's not a word...I swear it is; wth) piece!
Those were the October nights that he liked the best; young boys and girls on the verge of adulthood ripe for the picking. And those tender little morsels of candy
CREATIVE
photos lining his coffee table from previous mornings of outside play and spy cameras.
CREEPY >.<
It was in fact the body of boy in white, but this boy was no kid.
wonderfully well thought out.
and I love the last stanza; this piece really gave me the shivers and I am by myself right now and I'm scared : /
lol;
go put this in a contest boy! and remove that last line in your AN 
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Hehehe! Thanks. I probably still will not put this in the contest because it does not accept prewrites and now, it's considered a prewrite.
Um... lol. Glad ya got creeped out. What I wanted from this.
Okies. The word you're talking about (ear-ie is how it's said, right?) ---> EERIE is how ya spell it.
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then delete this and submit it in as a new poem
and I'll copy/paste my comment 
lol
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Hahahah! Okies. Let's do it.
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NEVER MIND! YAY!
It takes prewrites!
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lol; good luck in the contest
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Thankies! I'm gonna go and finish mine for yours now.
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