Drabble Wednesday: Haunts

Here are some post Halloween drabbles to sustain the darkness a little while longer…

Hunted

Never take the deer from the North Woods.
Everyone knew, everyone but the rich fool who built his manor above the village. To look down, to lord it over the villagers. But he paid his bills on time, was generous with tips, and donated to the local church and the orphans, so we had tolerated him.
Now it is survival.
She is coming for all of us unless we give her the one who slaughtered her deer.
The rich fool is ours now.
The Horned One will get her sacrifice.
We will pray she is satisfied with only one life.

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Ghosts

The White Lady stood in the doorway, wisps of a gossamer veil covering her face, trailing translucent shimmers across her tattered pale gown. Ashen light surrounded her, casting an ethereal glow.
Oliver closed his eyes, too frightened to move.
I’m still dreaming. I must be.
But he knew she had finally come for him.
“Oliver.”
Her voice cut through his bones, piercing his soul. “I’m sorry. I never meant—” Her icy touch caressed his face, and he gasped.
“Your cold heart abandoned me. Now you pay.”
Oliver screamed as her hand slipped into his chest and froze his heart forever.

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Organic

No one liked the old Macallister place. The ivy wound off the trellis, snaking along the siding and towards the roof. Neighbours complained to the owner, but she cackled, “Thought you folks liked things organic these days.”
Branches from the oak tree curled around the back corner and the windowsills. Her flowers grew in clumps, high and thick. One neighbour said it looked like a wall.
To keep something out or in, no one knew.
But the complaints kept coming, until one day her nearest, most vocal neighbour disappeared. The only traces found were oak leaves and bits of ivy.