A Halloween Story

A HALLOWEEN STORY

Pen possessed

Fred was out for his mornings walk his usual route. Morning was like most sun rises the cool autumn air still crisp with coolness. He always took the same route liked to see the frost on the lawns and flowering bushes that are getting ready for the sleep of winter. While he was about half way through the routine he happened to be looking at the sidewalk saw an unusual pen, this pen to be one of those pens that you see in fine jewelers with the hefty price tags. Looked gold plated and it was personalized with some initials that were pretty worn. The initials you could almost make out. The odd thing was it looked like four letters, not too unusual but odd most people only have three names Fred thought to himself. When he made it home he decided to get his magnifying glass out the initials as he could tell were DPLA, this made him wonder maybe this was some kind of powerful person for it was gold not plated like some cheap ones he has seen. Then he tried to write with it the way it felt smooth and it was like made for him personally. Since he liked writing in his journal after his walk, he always felt that walking got more blood to the brain after a good walk. As he started writing the pen started to feel cold, and the coldness went up his arm. With this happening the pen started making his hand twitch; it was starting to be painful. The pen itself started writing Fred now getting a little more than scared terror started running through his mind, as he mumbled a few words I need to get help the pen wrote without his guidance don’t pickup leave alone. Why is this happening? Fred thought to himself. The pen started writing my first owner was killed by some stranger on the sidewalk where you walk and now I reappear once a year to seek revenge. Fred in terror with a loud terror driven voice, “it wasn’t me.” Pen writes but like how my previous owner was killed for no reason I must do the same. Fred in a panic now says, let me put you back and help find your owners killer. Pen writes you must put me back as soon as possible. After that the pain stopped and he liked agreed put the pen back. Many days went by Fred did his walks, but never thought again about finding the pen’s owners killer. Fred wondered once in awhile was that a dream or what, and then chuckle. One day Fred went to his mail box found a letter hand written in beautiful penmanship, as he opened the letter he knew the ink, it was the pen’s ink, you didn’t live up to your part of the deal. Fred’s letter was found on him while Fred was found dead in his writing chair. Pen was never seen again.

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