(A horror story in 50 words.)
The children returned home and pulled off their human masks, revealing scales and jagged teeth.
They dumped their treats out on the kitchen table: Fingers, still twitching and oozing. And eyeballs, still somewhat moist.
“Kids? Pick out one thing to eat tonight,” Mother called.
The kids groaned. Mom ruined everything.
(Hi, everyone. I committed to doing The Writing Cooperative’s 52-Week Writing Challenge, and my choice is a 50-word horror story every week. Please leave some applause if you enjoyed it. And if you liked this, I’ve written longer stuff too.)