One of the sites I followed posted a challenge: Write an eerie 50 word story about a Halloween legend. As I’m have trouble posting it there, I figured why not post it here?

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The Horseman clops through town, head tucked underneath his arm.

Trick-or-treats scattering before him like the mist in his wake.

At my house he dismounts, strides to my unlit porch, and sets the head down.

Every year he does this.

Why?

It’s not my fault my last name is Crane.