Ghoul Scout Cookies

Every once in a while I get into a silly mood for my podcast. I was under a deadline the other week, and I wanted to write a scary horror tale for Halloween that would curl your toes and make you want to run and hide. Sorry, somehow my brain misunterstood what I wanted to type, and this amusing story type out from the ends of my fingers on the keyboard. LOL

If you would like to hear a reading of it by me in my podcast the link is at the bottom of the story. Thank you for putting up with my sillyness today, Joe.

Always on Halloween, the Ghoul Scouts deliver their ladyfinger cookies to those little monsters who pay the price it seems.

Episode 33 Ghoul Scout Cookies

We were sitting at home watching horror movies this Halloween night. At first, we heard a scratching sound, then a knocking on our front door. Being little ghouls, we did not respond; instead, we hid behind our sofa fearing the bump in the night, which was now at our front door.

We all cried out in unison, "What if there is an angry mob outside, or monster demon wanting to hurt us so badly. Or maybe its a werewolf scratching on our door wanting to shred us completely. Oh my!"

"Wait! Perhaps it is no one at all, maybe it's a tree branch scraping and knocking against our door in the wind."

The rattling and tapping turned into loud pounding on our front door. We shivered some more as everyone in the house now awoke.

Papa came running downstairs, heading for our front door. As he grabbed the handle, we all screamed, "Don't open the door! It's a demon come to dement us all.

Braver than us, he unbolted the door and turned the doorknob to find out what was out there now bashing against our front door. Forgetting to undo the chain latch, the door banged to a halt an inch from his drooling face. A creepy hand shoved a squished up box between door and door frame before its owner ran off into this Halloween night.

Father gingerly picked up the crumpled box to find out what was within. Upon opening it, he grimaced, "Disgusting! There are only eight ladyfingers!" he exclaimed, "Horrible! I ordered ten fingers, and there's not even a thumb inside."

Then nibbling the tip of one red-painted fingernail, he asked, "Does anyone want a ladyfinger, my little ghouls?"

We all jumped out and grabbed one, then begged for more of course.

He sighed then slyly grinned, "I guess the take out did not work out so well, this night?"

We all nodded in agreement as he said, "I guess I'll have to pick up some myself. I'll be back with more in a short while." As he headed out the door to hunt down more ladyfingers, we heard him say, "I wonder if that Ghoul Scout is still in the neighbourhood, it had some tasty looking ladyfingers?"

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