Bit of Mischief- Friday Flash and a contest.

Hello, Trick-or-Treaters! Some where in this week’s Friday Flash, I have hidden all the words to a certain horror movie title. There is a treat waiting for you if you can name the movie. Just leave your guess in a comment on this flash. It’s that simple. If you’re right, you get the treat.

I will post the people with the right answers on Halloween with the instructions on how to claim one of my ebooks for free. That’s right, Trick-or-Treaters. Everyone who is right gets a free copy of one of my books. Your choice.  

So sit back, enjoy the story, and don’t forget to comment.

May your haunts be merry and your frights be spectacular.

Happy Halloween, everyone!!

 

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

BIT OF MISCHIEF

By Melissa L. Webb

Mitch kicked an empty soda can out of his way; sending it skittering across the sidewalk into the gutter, where it laid in some mashed pumpkin. “Man, this Halloween sucks.”

His best friend, Tommy, was stuck at home, in bed, with the chicken pox. He couldn’t believe that. Who gets chicken pox when they’re 12 years old?

“Stupid Tommy,” he muttered as he crossed the street, barely paying attention to the other children passing by. This was supposed to be their big night. It was the one night they could dress up, scare little kids, pig-out on candy, cause some mischief, and get away with it. But, no, his supposed friend had ruined it with the stupid chicken pox.

Now Mitch was stuck prowling the night by himself, wearing a ridiculous costume on top of that. He was supposed to be a dying person, but no body would ever get that without the zombie that was supposed to be attacking him. “Stupid chicken pox,” he said, turning a corner. A whole year of planning, gone, because of some tiny red dots. This was the worst Halloween ever.

“Hey, can I join you?”

Mitch looked up as a boy his own age came out of the field next to him. He eyed him suspiciously. “I don’t know. What’s your name?”

“It’s Henry,” the boy said, offering a smile.

Mitch glanced at the dirty old rags he was wearing. “What are you supposed to be?”

“A dead body.”

Mitch smiled, his face lighting up. This kid thought a lot like him. “Hey, that’s what I am, too.”

“Cool. Can I trick-or-treat with you? My friends bailed on me.”

Mitch shrugged. Why not? A night like this could only get better, right? “Sure. My friend bailed on me, too. I might as well tag along with you. I have nothing better to do.”

They fell in step together, setting out to snag some candy and to cause a bit of mischief.

After they hit as many houses as they could, Mitch sat down on a small stonewall that wrapped around the town park. “Man, I don’t think I’ve ever walked so much in my life.” He looked around the park. “Wow, it’s really dark out here.”

Henry agreed, sitting down next to him, his torn clothes fluttering in the breeze. “I’ve never been out this way before. I don’t go too far from home if I’m by myself.”

Mitch glanced over at his new friend. “Are you alone a lot?”

The boy nodded sadly. “Yeah, I’m afraid I am.”

Mitch leaned over, punching the kid lightly in the shoulder, a grin plastered across his face. “Cheer up. Now you have me,” he told him honestly.

Henry’s face lit up. “Really? Are you serious? You’ll be my friend?”

He stood up, scooping up his bag of candy. “Sure,” he said. “Now, come on. It’s really late. My mom will throw a fit if I’m not home soon.”

Henry stood up and followed his new friend, lost in thought. “So, you really want to hang out with me?”

Mitch glanced over his shoulder. “Yes, I said so, didn’t I?”

“It can get pretty boring where I live.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to find something fun to do.”

Henry smiled. “Good. I hate being alone,” he told him before going back to his thoughts.

“I think this is the most candy I’ve ever had,” Mitch pondered aloud, staring into his bag of loot. “How about you?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really trick-or-treat. Not since I was alive anyway.”

Mitch turned around and stared at the kid. “Very funny.”

“Don’t worry, Mitch,” he said, stepping closer to him. We’re going to have a lot of fun together. We’ll be best friends and we’ll spend eternity hanging out, haunting our graveyard.”

“What are you talking about?”

Henry didn’t answer as he shoved Mitch as hard as he could.

Mitch’s arms flailed, trying to stop himself from going over backwards. But he couldn’t. His feet slipped from the sidewalk, his head bouncing against asphalt.

His vision cleared long enough to see the headlights barreling towards him. He knew they’d never stop in time. It seemed Henry would get his playmate after all.

 

© 2011 Melissa L. Webb

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