Page 36 of Spice's Halloween

“What the fuck?” I demanded, eyeing Slasher and Cipher warily. They moved and took one side of me each. Blue stepped up behind me.

“Don’t think our powers will help here,” Slasher said, looking around.

“Yeah, hide behind me,” I replied sarcastically.

“You’re the one with firepower,” Slasher retorted, and I groaned at the pun.

“Stay with me, don’t you fucker’s leave me,” I warned them, and we moved towards where a familiar scream impaled the air. “That’s Dare!”

A squeak came from a nearby grave, and we turned and flashed our lights in that direction.

“What was that?” I demanded. I recognised the sound but hesitated to label it.

“A rat, I think,” Blue replied.

“Fuckin’ hate rats,” I murmured.

“How much, Vogue?” Slasher asked, worried.

“A shit load, Slasher,” I snapped as I spotted two beady red eyes lying low to the ground. My hands flared as a second set appeared.

“Cipher,” I whispered as I twisted my head.

“This might be a time to go, Firestarter!” Slasher cried as red eyes emerged from every direction.

“Holy crap!” I squealed and let a blast loose.

“Don’t burn the damn graveyard down around our ears!” Cipher yelled as I let another blast loose.

“They’re not normal!” Blue howled, amping up my terror.

Frightened, I spun to where he looked and gulped at the size of the rodents there.

“Run!” I shrieked as they began heading towards us.

We dashed down a path as the rats gave chase, making squeals and spooky chittering noises. I aimed a couple of blastsover my shoulders, leaving small fires burning. We were fine until we ran into another group, obviously fleeing something themselves, and we all went down.

I curled into a ball and screamed as I imagined the hairy critters running over us.

Dare reached out and grabbed me and squealed herself. What the hell was happening?

Bogeyman, Oracle, Priest, and Romeo

“Why are they fuckin’ screaming?” I demanded of the others, who looked at me and shrugged. For the past few minutes, the previously quiet graveyard had been lit with screams and cries.

“Romeo, can you contact anyone?” Oracle asked with concern in his voice.

“Trying to, but they’re all terrified of something. I’m getting strange images: ghouls, rats, a witch. None of this makes sense,” Romeo replied.

“This was a terrible idea to do on Halloween,” Priest stated. We all shot the prospect a warning look. “Nope, I said it, and I’m sticking to it. We shouldn’t be messing with dead bodies on Halloween.”

“Superstitious?” I teased, and Priest turned and gazed at me solemnly.

“Dude, I’m not afraid to admit it,” Priest replied, and I shut up. If the man owned his fear, I couldn’t exactly tease him.

“Romeo?” I asked again, and he shook his head as another scream arose.

“That was Vogue!” I exclaimed, recognising my partner in crime’s tone.

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