#Spooktober2020 Day 5: Sigil

On day five after my parents took away my depression medication, I sat in class staring listlessly. Everything my teacher said about the lesson slammed against the wall in my brain blocking out my will. I heard none of it. Cared even less.

Upon the inside of my arm, I copied out fragments of sigils from a library book. Piecing them together to say what I needed.

I am free from depression and anxiety attacks.

Blowing the ink dry, I hoped this worked. If it didn’t, something else would have to give. I was afraid that something would be me.

Note: this story is not based on the writer’s experience.


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#Spooktober2020 Day 4: Occult

I got a summer job working in an occult supply store. There, I met the scariest person of my life: myself.

“I need wasp stingers,” I told myself. My face stared dead-eyed from beneath the hood of my favorite jacket.

As I handed the packet across the counter to myself, I said, “What happened to us, man?”

I grabbed both my wrists. “Don’t accept any invitations,” I hissed. “It’s not the nature of the cult, it’s the peer pressure.”

I thought back to the email I’d just received and shook my head. It was too late. I had already accepted.


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#Spooktober2020 Day 3: Lantern

You set up your camp on the place where I died.

All that snow stomping, tent rustling, stakes hammering, cookpot rattling woke me. You woke me up.

You brought light. The sun set fast behind the cold mountains, so when you wanted to keep reading in your heated tent, you lit your fancy, vintage looking lantern.

I blew it out.

Cursing, you relit the lantern.

I blew it out again.

Eventually, you gave up. Lay in the dark, afraid. Burrowing into your sleeping bag, I cozied up next to you.

The darkness settled in to stay. For both of us.


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#Spooktober2020 Day 2: Asylum

“Please, you have to help us! They’re coming!”

My screams made the humans encircling us flinch. Several projectile weapons rose, prodding me back toward the middle and our stolen space cruiser. They shrank away, glancing up at the red, boiling clouds above.

Clasping three-fingered hands together, I hit my knees in the green grass. “Please…” I sobbed. My family peeked out of the cruiser hatch.

The humans understood; they just would not give us asylum.

The threatening clouds parted. A ball of electricity shot downward, accompanied by an increasing roar. Straight for us.

Watching it approach, I whispered, “Oh, Maker…”


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#Spooktober2020 Day 1: Illusion

In the corner of my vision, the notification light on my phone blinked blue. Again. Again again again. Never when I looked right at it. Just in my peripheral.

Still, I picked the phone up. Swiped the screen open. No app notifications. No one to communicate with me. Not even a dumb automated political message.

Maybe I should text someone. Just to see a real notification light, break the illusion.

But who would reply? Who would care?

This was my life now. I had pushed everyone away. I slipped my phone into my pocket to hide the silence from myself.


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