Twisted Imaginings

Discuss your Halloween plans on Facebook! This is the night when the gateway between  our world and the spirit world is thinnest. Tonight is a night to call out those who came before. Tonight I honor my ancestors. Spirits of my fathers and mothers, I call to you, and welcome you to join me for this night. You watch over me always, protecting and guiding me, and tonight I thank you. Your blood runs in my veins,your spirit is in my heart, your memories are in my soul. With the gift of remembrance I remember all of you. You are dead but never forgotten, and you live on within me, and within those who are yet to come.

As Matt loaded the van he wiped sweat from his forehead. He loved his job but the heavy lifting was back breaking. He turned once more to look at the warehouse. It looked even more barren in the pale of the moonlight. It was once a thriving industrial estate, but now it was as dead as the woman he had just slaughtered. They might find her, he sniggered as he turned to the van. There was a Jaguar. Not more than ten feet away! Matt barely had time to register confusion before hearing a polite cough behind him. Turning, Matt jumped back a step. "Oh, no!", the amiable old man smiled. "I'm not from the Met.", he chuckled. Matt instinctively reached inside his jacket before freezing. "That won't be necessary", the strange elderly gent said, a little less amusedly. "Allow me to explain.". In a flash he threw a hood over Matt's head. Matt groaned as his senses swam. He struggled to recount what had happened as he realized his hands and feet w