“Halloween night, God I love this night.” Oslow said.
He packed the truck and loaded all the gear to decorate the cabin. Oslow drove nearly fifty miles outside of town to Lost Devils road. The cabin had been in the family for well over 100 years. It looked ancient. Spider webs over the corners. Huge live black spiders, well over five inches in diameter. Oslow called them by their names. Grace lived to the right of the front door, Henry to the left. They walked to Oslow as if kittens waiting for a nice scratch then raced back to their webs.
Nightfall, the place was lit up with candles. Pumpkins carved in eerie shapes, with teeth and evil eyes glaring at anyone who came here. Skeleton’s lining the driveway holding large blades of steel. There was always a great crowd. Tonight would be no different.
Eight o’clock and the cars drove in. Each year less cars but still a few, tonight six sat empty parked on the small hill next to the cabin. Kids screaming and giggling, parents loudly calling for run offs.
“Get out of there; get out from under that porch.” One father yelled to his son.
Children were running around the skeletons in play. Before the parents could act, heads flew to the ground. Bodies lay lifeless. Screams, blood curdling screams echoed in the valley, as Oslow ran to grab each head placing them in a sack. The spiders walked to each corpse and began inserting their venom. Parents horrified tried to kill the spiders but as they moved to harm them a blade met each neck cutting off their heads.
Every year one person would hover in urine so afraid a skeleton would need to leave their post and kill them where they stood or crouched. A new batch of spiders would run to this corpse who had fallen outside of the driveway. The spider’s venom reduced the bodies to a small sack easy to move. As they quickly liquefied the body wrapping it up and moving the small sack to the eaves of the roof for a snack throughout the year. All signs of death were cleaned from the soil. The spiders were ever so efficient. Oslow had trusted his life with them ever since he was a child.
Oslow carefully washed and cleaned each child’s head. He admired their soft skin and good looks. He lined them up on top the counter in back of the cabin. Oslow went to the closet and opened the locked door. He took his coffee and sat at the chair like he had for the last fifteen years.
Midnight struck and the hoot owl clock sang its lonely song. A small figure appeared from the closest. Arms stretched wide hands seeking guidance. Oslow grabbed one tiny hand and led the figure to the heads. One by one they were rejected. Then with only one to go Oslow began to weep. As he began to tremble and loose hope the last head was placed on the child’s neck. As the spiders began to drum Oslow noticed a change. The veins began to weave together and the skin closed behind them. One spider jumped down and inserted his long black tentacle into the child’s wrist. Blood was recirculating and when the process ended a new boy stood next to Oslow.
“Thank the corn queen she has released you, I have missed you for so long now, Tim.” Oslow wiped the tears from his eyes. As Tim stood there with the new head he had been released from the grip of the corn queen’s lust for blood.
Oslow towed each car to the junk yard and placed the new ones in the back. The sign out front read: Oslow’s towing – Be careful where you go when trick or treating Happy Halloween.