A Halloween Story: Jeremy Shade and Spatula Inn

One must always begin at the Beginning,
For that is where one finds the End.
Betwixt the two comes the Middle,
And therein lies the story.

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Image credit: wsmith (Flickr) with a bit of touchup by me.

— 1


There is a dark, forbidden valley where travelers should never go, though sometimes, a careless soul manages to wander in and still make it back. Their hair gone white where once it was black. Their eyes never rest, and they look hard into the shadows. What they see we do not know, but they never, never sleep again.

“The wind may blow fierce, but it is not the cold that makes the trees shiver. Those poor, woody prisoners would burn their own branches, if only for the light.”

— 2

Jeremy Shade was a boy who treasured such tales. He collected them in fat notebooks with a fine and measured hand. He was careful to note each word as it was said, not wanting to miss the slightest detail or moment of dread.

His parents felt awful about this habit of his, wallowing in horror and fear. But try as they might, they could not convince him to give it up. He only laughed when something should have scared him, only giggled when terror should have gripped him, and rolled on the floor holding his sides when he should have been petrified.

UPDATE: This story is now available on Kindle!

6 thoughts on “A Halloween Story: Jeremy Shade and Spatula Inn

  1. @Karen Thanks! :) I will send this one out after a few edits. It got a big thumbs up from my boys tonight, which is really all that matters, but there are a few places where I could punch it up a bit.

    Hmmm. That sounds like my inner critic warming up. Now where did I put that hammer?

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