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The House of Screams: A Halloween Mystery Short Story

IN THE October 20 ISSUE

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by Guy Belleranti

This story was previously published in the October 2003 issue of Nocturnal Ooze, and then again in 2006 in Flash Tales Epzine, and then in Golden Visions in July 2011.

Griffin lifted the huge knocker on the door of the House of Screams and let it drop with a resounding boom. Seconds later a little window in the door slid open, and a horribly scarred face with dead eyes stared out. “Not open ’til eight tonight,” it said.

“Oh, I know that,” Griffin said.

“Then what do you want?”

“What your ads promise – the scariest haunted house in the world. When I came last night, I got nothing but laughs.”haunted house

The dead eyes narrowed. “Ah, I recognize you now. You’re that troublemaker who refused to leave.”

Griffin grinned. “You promised scares, but failed to deliver. Your boss – the guy with
the hump – said I should come back at noon today, that you all would give me the special tour.”

The face stared at him for a moment, and then the window slid shut and the big door swung inward.

Griffin stepped into the darkness. “Hey, where are you?”

No answer.

“Didn’t you hear me, Dead Face? Where are you? I want my tour.”

The door slammed, shutting out every bit of light from the outside world, enclosing Griffin in a solid blackness.

“Oh, ho, ho,” Griffin chuckled. “I get it. This is the beginning of the tour. You’re trying to give me some scares. Well, I ain’t scared of the dark so you might as well try something else.”

No answer.

Griffin moved forward. “Hey. I said I’m not scared. Not scared of the dark, the quiet or—” His foot hit something and he tripped, stopping his fall only when his knees and hands hit the hard floor.

Griffin felt around, trying to find what he’d tripped over, but there was nothing there. At least nothing there any longer. “Very funny,” he called. “Very, very funny. But not at all scary.”

No answer. No sound at all.

Griffin straightened up and moved on slowly, arms extended, his feet shuffling on the floor in small steps to alert him to any new obstacle. His hands touched something solid. A wall. “Ha, 0ha. Now I can find my way. I’ll—”

The wall curved and kept curving. “What the—”

It didn’t go anywhere, just in circles. Or at least that’s how it seemed. “Tricky,” Griffin said. “Real tricky.” He raised his voice. “But still not scary, Dead Face. Not scary at all.”

No answer. Just dead quiet.

“All right, so you’ve got me in the dark,” Griffin called. “That’s okay. I can go back to the door. Go back and open it.”

Griffin moved the way he’d come. Or was it the way he’d come? After several minutes he still hadn’t found the entrance door. He hadn’t found anything he might have tripped over either. In fact, he didn’t know where the hell he was.

Damn it, things weren’t so funny any longer. Of course, they weren’t scary either. Or so Griffin told himself as he alternately squinted then widened his eyes in the total blackness.

“Dead Face, where are you? Where’s your hump-backed boss?” Griffin pounded a fist against a wall and felt something envelope around it. “What the—” Sticky, oozing— He jerked his hand away and jumped back.

Sweat ran into Griffin’s eyes as he bent to the floor and tried to feel his way. More ooze and something else – a netting, or mesh – hanging down from above. A sticky netting… a web. A spider’s web. Huge and— Something was in it! Many somethings. Long legged, hairy feeling somethings, each one moving… a couple crawling up his arm…. spider

“No!” Griffin scooted back on all fours, shaking his arms, his body, screaming. “Let me out of here! Let me out now.”

But no one answered. No sound came at all except the echoes of his own screams.

By that evening The House of Screams had another employee, an unpaid lunatic who frightened anyone entering with cries all the more chilling because they were, in fact, real.

Check out other mystery articles, reviews, book giveaways & more Halloween mystery short stories in our mystery section. And join our mystery Facebook group to keep up with everything mystery we post, and have a chance at some extra giveaways. Also check our our new mystery podcast! The October episodes are perfect for Halloween!

Guy Belleranti lives in Tucson, Arizona. He writes fiction, non-fiction, poetry, puzzles and humor for both adults and children. He’s been published in over 200 different publications including Woman’s World, Bards and Sages Quarterly, Liquid Imagination, Big Pulp, The Saturday Evening Post, Scifaikuest, Highlights for Children, Jack and Jill Magazine, MysteryNet, Crimestalker Casebook. Two of his flash mysteries were nominated for Derringer awards and he has won cash awards in many writing contests. When he’s not writing he works in a school library & volunteers as a docent educator at the local zoo. His author’s website is www.guybelleranti.com/

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1 LynnNo Gravatar October 20, 2018 at 10:11am

Perfect for Halloween! Thanks, I enjoyed and will check out other things this author has written!

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2 Earl StaggsNo Gravatar October 21, 2018 at 8:06am

Good one, Guy. I think that wiseguy got what he deserved.

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3 Guy BellerantiNo Gravatar October 21, 2018 at 9:11am

Hi Lynn.

Thank you for commenting. I’m pleased you enjoyed my story.

Guy Belleranti

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4 Gail FarrellyNo Gravatar
Twitter: @gailfarrelly
October 24, 2018 at 8:33pm

Enjoyed it! Happy Halloween.

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