Thought I'd do something a little different than my usual arts and music. It occurred to me, that while Horror Movies and Games have had it covered over the past decade, very few people do the greatest old past time Halloween is known for. When most people think of Halloween, they either think of Scary Costumes, Trick or Treating, Horror Movies or for some adults, a night of wild drinking, partying and all the sex one can have. However the one thing I noticed that seemed to fade over the years is the best past time of them all. Telling scary stories.

Whether you're sitting around a fire or alone with a few friends at a house at night, you'd often always have people tell a scary story to see if it would frighten the rest. It gotten to the point in the 90s, where The Addams Family Values made fun of it and a group of kids known as the Midnight Society tell a story once a week every night. So in lieu of this dying tradition I decided to bring it back, by telling a scary story of my own and encouraging my fans to do the same. Here we go.

It was a dark and stormy night, a young couple was driving through the forest. They stop and look around for a clearing only to find that there are so many thick trees as far as the eye could see. The rain was pouring down hard, so they couldn't get out nor could they move their car further. Lightning strikes and they could swear they saw a shadow of a large figure within the flash. Upon taking a second gander it was only a deer passing through. They turn on the radio, hoping to ride the storm out by listening to some music. They tuned to the classic rock channel, which seemed to only marathon horror themed rock songs and bands. From Alice Cooper to Black Sabbath. Suddenly, there was a smash. The windshield was busted through, leaking rain water everywhere, however there was no sign of someone around them. They could swear some prowler was around, terrorizing them with a bat or a pipe, but there was nothing. No foot prints, no smear of mud or blood on the windows. Another smash. Their passenger side window was broken through. Another smash. The driver side window was broken through. The terror in their eyes was filling as slowly as the car was taking in water. They try to get out to get whatever was doing this to them to stop. But the doors won't open. They try to drive away, but the car won't move even though there's a full tank of gas. All they could do was sit and scream as more and more of the car was being smashed on, by an unseen force. Morning comes and the car is completely totalled. The rain has stopped and the couple was still in the car, despite being in there all night, their clothes and hair are still dry. A flash of light starts moving through the forest from where they entered, it was lights from a siren. They thought they were saved. That a police car, ambulance or god forbid a fire truck has come to get them out of there, only to find in their shock it was neither. The lights came from a tow truck. They try to get the driver's attention, but he ignores them. Instead placing a sticker on the smashed windshield. The words "Impounded: Reason to believe the car was stolen." The car gets pulled away, the couple screaming and yelling, but the driver still could not hear them. They are taken to a clearing, where they see two separate body bags laying on the highway. Each one, matching their height and body shape. Not too far, the couple sees a police officer and a coroner. They try to scream for the police officer's help, believing they are being kidnapped. Like the driver the officer couldn't hear them, but they could hear him. "It's a damn shame." He said. "Those two seemed like a lucky couple. Who would do such an awful thing to them?" That's when it hit them. On their way into the woods, they saw someone. He was tall, slender and wore a brown ragged trench coat. He had a sign that said "Will pay for ride." on it. They stopped at first, but to their shock, the man took out a baseball bat. Smashing every inch of the car. Knocking out the boyfriend while dragging the girlfriend out then ditching their car to the forest. Smashing the car to near bits to make it look like a horrible accident. The couple, was dead the entire time. In what seemed like seconds to them, but months to everyone else, their car was in the junkyard. They watch helplessly as each other junk car was taken to the crusher. It wasn't long until they were next. They kept screaming and yelling, doing everything they could to get the attention of someone. They finally succeeded. A man approaches them, they're relieved at first until they recognize the coat. It was the drifter that killed them, he smiled at them with a grin that could shatter mirrors. They were scared at first, but then they were furious. "Why are you doing this to us?" The boyfriend says. To which the drifter replies. "You didn't stop for me. You didn't even drive past me. You ran right through me like I was yesterday's garbage and you never once stopped to see if I was ok. So why the fuck should I listen to your pleas?" He gives out a signal, the crane descending onto the car. Even with the doors pried open, they still couldn't get out. It was like they were trapped there. As the car slowly moves into the crusher, the bottom opens up. In it's place a world made of fire and brimstone. As the car is placed in and the crusher moves down, they wake up. In the middle of the forest once again. The windows smashing again. Welcome to Hell. Where you get to relive reminders of your death over and over and OVER AGAIN!!!!