Just wanted to share a Halloween Story I wrote today for a fellow friend of mine who is sponsoring a Halloween Contest on her blog. Here is the link to the contest: http://bekkilynn.blogspot.com
French Quarter Fright
“I think I’m gonna hurl…” Laurie grabbed Felicia’s hair as she suddenly doubled over.
“I told you not to have that last Hurricane.”
“That was three drinks ago,” Felicia choked.
“True, but at least I said it.” However, her scolding fell on deaf ears as Felicia proceeded to purge her system. Not wanting to get sick herself, Laurie looked away.
The streets of New Orleans were packed with revelers and sinners alike on this last day of Mardi Gras. And like Felicia, many of them were committing as many sins as they could before the start of Lent.
“What the hell is that smell.” Laurie wrinkled her nose in distaste. Although an odd smells or two wasn’t out of the ordinary for such a huge gathering of people in a two mile radius. However, this was something altogether different it was something akin to road kill or death itself.
As a precaution, Laurie proceeded to check the bottom of her sneakers. However, the soles still looked fairly new. Not wanting to chance a look at the gem Felicia was gifting New Orleans proper, Laurie proceeded to scan the hundreds of revelers milling about in the street.
“Hey buddy Halloween’s over,” Laurie mumbled under her breath as her eyes fell on a guy on the opposite curb.
Attired in tattered clothing, his scraggly brown hair hung in limp strings around his gaunt face which from the look of it hadn’t seen the light of day in years. His coal black eyes hung in sagging sockets, his nose was strangely misshaped from several breaks, and his lips appeared greasy.
The crowd suddenly parted and her eyes were drawn to the rat dangly between his gaunt fingers. Blood dripped from its neck.
“What the fuck?” Laurie whispered her eyes swinging back to the man’s face. And in growing retrospection, she realized that his lips were not stained with grease but blood.
“Mmmmm…fmmmm.” Laurie struggled with the words in which her lips refused to form. She tried to move and her feet seemed rooted to the curb. “Feelllll,” she moaned again. But her friend did not come to her rescue – still too occupied with her own misery. Her eyes swung back to the creature.
Now that he had her undivided attention, he threw the rat in the gutter and stepped down off of the curb. Sensing her dilemma, it smiled – the gesture producing a pair of badly decaying three inch incisors.
“Mmmmmmm!” Laurie cried.
And then…Felicia suddenly staightened up from the curb. “Whew! I think I’m better now come on I hear Bloody Mary’s settle the stomach.” Oblivious to her plight, she took her hand and proceeded to pull her down the sidewalk.
“D-d-did you see that thing back there?” Laurie asked.
“I t-t-think it was a vampire,” Laurie whispered. She then stopped in her tracks and pointed back to where they’d come…but, the creature was gone.