User blog comment:CrashingCymbal/Halloween Writing Competition 2013/@comment-24082976-20131023015301

“Why do dead people have to be so heavy?” Jan complained, sweat beaming on his forehead as the group lugged the fresh corpse across the street to their newly rented house, where the two other traumatized teenagers lay on the cold dining room floor.“You're so weak. You can't even carry a 100 pound kid across the street in a wheelbarrow.” It was funny how Ichabod talked more than the other nightmares in the group, even though he didn't actually have a head. The others laughed. They were in hysterics, drunken by the fresh blood, the aroma surrounding them off of their old coats and hoodies.Jan had been traveling with the nightmares for over 2 years now. The most famous scary urban legends were now laughing with him that Halloween night. The Headless Horseman, Jack the Ripper, The Hook Man, and even Bloody Mary. These weren't all the nightmares. Oh no. This group just seemed too big with all the recruits with them. Viola, Zane, Boston, and of course, Jan.A concerned parent shouted at us from across the street. “Is he okay?” He yelled, obviously worried. Sometimes people should keep to themselves. “Yeah..” Jan giggled, nudging the corpse in our wheelbarrow, half filled with candy. “Yeah he's fine! Probably gonna have a hangover in the morning though.” The nightmares couldn't take it anymore. They were laughing so hard that they would probably die.Zane pushed the door open and settled the body next to the other ones. “We better get going. I wanna hit one more house before people start locking their doors. And please let us do something more fun than stab the body! Its boring! Lets have some fun.” Zane was such a whiner, but he had to agree with him. Jan quickly learned that he wasn't the only one who agreed.A devilish smile crept upon Jack's face. “Totally.” He murmured in that quiet but creepy tone of his. Sweet! He could finally prove myself worthy. The title of “The Painter” was totally his!As the group reached the next house, they could tell they hit the jackpot. Viola told them that she was the only one in the house, besides the small puppy. “Aww how cute.” Boston exclaimed sarcastically. He totally had an obsession of murdering innocent animals.They rang the doorbell repeatedly, and when it finally opened, a teenage girl in ugly sweats stepped out. “TRICK OR TREAT!” They all shouted, hysterically giggling as the girl stood there, obviously annoyed. “Well here's the trick,” she half shouted over our laughing banter. “I have no treat for you.” Boston eyed the puppy suspiciously, hunger in his eyes. “Are you sure about that?”But their drunk little party soon turned hostile. 'Fake' knives unsheathed and other torturing mechanics were soon in hand as Mary closed in. “You know what girl.. if you ain't gonna give us no candy, we're gonna need a real trick. And I think I got the perfect one up my sleeve here.”  Usually, the group didn't act so terrifying around the victims until the chase started. Maybe they were trying new things?Mary screamed and that was the signal. They all attacked the house like selfish barbarians. Boston ran for the dog, and Jan.. well he decided to try something new. Him and the new nightmares closed in on the girl, but before they could do anything, Zane and Viola were on the ground. Dead. But wasn't that impossible? Jan took a second look. Dead. The nightmares didn't seem to notice the girl bolt up the stairs. They were too busy searching the house or torturing animals.Jan followed the girl, running as fast as he could after his new work of art. He didn't need Jack's help to sculpt this pretty face. Searching bathrooms, bedrooms, offices and closets, he finally came across a little cube room. It was like a walk in closet but it was completely empty and unfurnished. It was there he met the scariest nightmare he'd ever met to this day. Its funny because she wasn't a nightmare at all.“I'm so sorry.. I had to lead you here.. but I need to know the truth Jan.” she gasped between jagged breaths. “What?” Jan asked, shocked. What was going on here? “I said, 'I'm sorry I had to lead yo-'” “No! Not that! You.. you knew my name.”She walked over and rubbed the paint off Jan's face. “My brother.. you were murdered two years ago on October 31st. By the same people you were with down there.”“That's impossible,” he told her. She was so stupid. “I'm still alive! Its just a joke! A clique! We didn't do anything wrong! You just killed my friends! Let me go! We're all alive..”“No..” She showed me an article. It looked very official, but he couldn't be sure. Missing Boy. October 31st, 2011. $10,000 reward. Description. Date of birth. Everything was accurate. Except for the last part. “The missing boy from last month has been discovered. The body was found along with three others in a house that was recently rented to an Irish family. No current suspects, potential suicide.”“Well if you don't believe me, I'll just come show you! What's your name?” I asked. “Celia.” She responded coldly. Celia followed me downstairs, and I went up to the Headless Horseman. “Hey Ichabod!” I exclaimed, laughing. I pulled off his fake pumpkin head. Nothing. The knife bore into my flesh so fast I barely even felt it.Barely. 01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)01:53, October 23, 2013 (UTC)Jikiarikuta (talk)Even though this might not win, it was still fun entering my first creepypasta ever :p