I'm no writer, but i made this little story thinking a bit that this could be like a folklore story told in Halloween or something like that, or like an actual ghost that appears that day! I hope you guys like it!
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In the last night of a cold October, a human child wandered the streets of his town in search of a little refuge and a bit of food, even just candies were enough for him, just a little warmth from all this cold is what he needed. He went from house to house, from door to door. No answer at the doors, unlike years ago, where the streets were filled with children, asking for sweets, but now, It was just a really cold and empty night.
Cold and scared, the little child looks up and sees the night sky, and all he sees are red stars, it seems like an omen, as if something terrible will happen this night. The child wandered and wandered, as the sky turned redder with those menacing crimson stars. No sound, no sight of anything close by other than cold and empty streets. When suddenly, he starts to hear fire. -Where would that fire be? Said the child, as he tries to find it, to warm himself from such a cruel night. He looks everywhere, but he doesn’t see anything other than the dark houses looming over him.
Then he realizes. The child looks up again at the crimson stars and sees that those stars, aren’t what they seem. They are crimson fireballs, flying over the town. A figure flies close to these stars, an impressive, but gruesome sight, for a poor kid. A presence, a human shaped shadow with a carved pumpkin for a head, riding on a bloody horse, spouting crimson fireballs, as if made with the horse’s blood, filling the sky with that dreadful colour.
The specter
sees the child, points at him, and screams, making a piercing and horrible
sound that fills the entire town.
Then the
scream suddenly stops, and with a voice that chills the body to the bone, the
specter says to the poor child: -Poor, little child… Don’t you see that the
undead have claimed this poor town? Don’t you see these horrendous creatures
roaming the streets? I shall cleanse this place once and for all and make it
sacred again. No horrendous undead shall see the light of the sun again!
The little
one cowers in fear, his body stiff from such a sight, there’s no undead, just a
cold town and empty streets, with cowards inside those houses that didn’t open
a door for a poor child. Every soul in this town shall know what true terror is.
The phantom starts to laugh maniacally as it lets the countless fireballs in the sky loose. Enormous fireballs hit the entire town; the houses burn in a horrible red tint, the screams of the people that cowered inside can be loudly heard, before leaving nothing more than ash. The boy stays terrified in the floor, as the fireballs still come down, obliterating everything in their path. When the screams, the fire and the laughter stop, he looks up and sees that he wasn’t harmed. The entire town, razed to the ground, nothing more than ashes, but he wasn’t burnt.
The specter, up in the night sky, looks down and admires its path of destruction, the eyes that are carved into its pumpkin head burn strongly, like two stars in the dark. It laughs once more, and says -You shall be spared, child, I applaud
your courage, being amidst all those horrendous creatures...
The phantom throws a last fireball at the sky, and it explodes in an enormous crimson cloud, and rides its horse into it and disappears in the sky. There’s no more red tint in the sky, there’s no more fire, just ashes of what this town was. This memory will stay forever in the poor boy’s mind. More people will know of what happened, and more will know to be afraid in the last night of October.
The phantom and its horrendous steed will burn everything.