Ghost Stories - Chaldar's Conquest

Act 1

Midnight. All Hallow's Eve. The sound of a nighthawk in the distance suddenly mixed with the eerie screams of the children stalking the streets in ridiculous costumes like wild rats on the loose.

"Little monsters dressed up like monsters," Chaldar silently mocked, peering from the edge of the cracked attic window of the haunted house on Fifth & Vine.  Humans, so gullible, so vulnerable - such easy prey.

Chaldar popped another cinnamon dot into his mouth.  His favorite candy, dead or alive.  The cinnamon  lent an icy chill to his taunting screams.  Ms. Jerriatric's hair had turned white overnight due to her near-death experience with Chaldar's scream.  Yes, that cinnamon dot did add a lot.

But enough thoughts of Ms. Jerriatric, whom he suddenly found a deteriorating, boring subject.  These rotten kids currently presented quite an opportunity. He'd have them all bawling and running for the hills shortly, and at that thought, Chaldar giggled to himself.

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