A Halloween Story [1 of 3]
[This is one of the stories I read last night at A Night of Terrifying Stories II. The only requirement was that the stories all had to be 100 words. Which is not very many words to make something terrifying! But here you go.]
Tipper and Al Gore were in my dream, and Chelsea Clinton and one of my uncles and also the lady that played Mrs. Ochmonek on Alf. We were all in a Ford Windstar driving to the Grand Canyon. There was a dead man strapped to the roof of and I wasn’t sure but I had a sinking suspicion that the dead man was me. Nobody looked me in the eye and I didn’t want to make a fuss, possibly being a ghost and all, so I rode the entire way in silence, without ever buckling my seat belt.