Another semifinalist in our Flash Fiction Ghost Story Writing Contest!
This story comes to us from Anna Sweet of Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
A sudden evening breeze rushed at Jason’s neck and he zipped his jacket all the way up. Angry, he sighed behind his clown mask. The neighborhood kids were out trick or treating. Last year he’d been walking door to door too, stocking up on candy. Now he was in high school, and if his best friend Dennis hadn’t gotten grounded, they’d be spending this night scaring the neighborhood kids.