The plethora of pumpkins are a dead giveaway aren’t they? Children in costumes, fake cobwebs in all the shops. Of course it’s Halloween. You don’t need me to tell you that.
And what would be better at Halloween than a creepy story? I will tell you what: a creepy story that’s only a few hundred words long, that’s what. That way you can read it on the train, at halftime in the world cup final, on the loo, or wherever takes your fancy. It’s called Pumpkin and you can read it right now by clicking here.
Of course, I am not the only one turning my hand to a twisted tale at Halloween. My friends The Monster Hunters have produced many a chilling tale to tantalise your ears. Head over to their website or find them on itunes. I am reliably informed that a Halloween special is in the works, so keep your eyes peeled, or your ears pinned back, for that.
I am off to carve a pumpkin, put out a bowl of sweets and to make myself up in ghostly facepaint. Just a normal weekend in the Recycled Words household then…