#13 days of halloween tfs

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 11 Dullahan

She tried for a fifth time to start the car only to hear the sputtering gasp of her hopes dying. The engine chugged and whirred but failed to turn. She sunk her head against the steering wheel. No reception, no car, no idea where she was, other than screwed. All to attend some stupid Halloween party out in the middle of nowhere, hardly worth getting lost on a road with no houses or street lamps that cut through for forest for a seemingly endless distance.

She got out of the car and slammed the door behind her, leaning against it and wrapping her arms around herself. She suddenly wished she had wore something warmer, the air was frigid as if it were the end of November, not the unseasonably warm temperature it had been when she had left her house. She looked down at the somewhat skimpy armor she wore under the thin coat, it was cheap and didn’t cover enough to keep her warm. Why couldn’t the party have had a normal theme, this medieval thing wasn’t really her idea of fun, but her friend had begged her to come, even going so far as to finding her this costume.

As she fretted over her costume and tried to make up her mind if it was worth braving the cold to find… something, she heard a noise. She strained to make out the sound as it slowly approached, it sounded like… hooves? She peered down the road and saw a shape moving, there was a carriage being pulled by two horses, illuminated by a feeble lantern. She almost laughed, not quite the savior she had wished for, but at least riding a stage coach home would make for an interesting story in the morning if she could get a ride. As the coach slowly approached she noticed something odd. There was no driver, the seat was empty and the horses seemed content to trot down the road by themselves.

As the wagon approached she tried to call out to the horses and was happy that they approached and stopped beside her. She walked to the side of the carriage and looked inside the small window. It looked old, worn out and tattered. What once had been a fine fabric was faded and torn, bit of paint chipped from the wood where there weren’t holes, and even the horses looked shabby though oddly spirited. Half afraid the carriage would fall apart she gingerly climbed up to the coach’s seat and instantly regretted it.

She wind the wind get sucked out of her lungs, and her vision went dark. Everything was black and she couldn’t breath, a burning sensation threatened to consume her and she tried to cry out to no avail. Suddenly the flames died and she was left cold and confused, lying on the ground a short distance from the carriage.

Well her head was at least. Through large dark pupils the girl watched as her body touched it self in confusion, she was controlling it, but seeing it from afar, like trying to do a complex action in the reflection of a mirror. She slowly staggered down from the carriage and made her way to what she could only image was her head seeing as her body ended at the neck, her head having being replaced with a cold flame that made her body look pale and blue. Her armor also looked shiny and detailed in a way that it hadn’t before. She bent down and watched her own fingers grasp at her, eventually grabbing her own head by the hair and dangling it oddly. She couldn’t help but to smile a grin that was far too toothy for a human at the image of her holding her own head, and she took a moment to get a better grip before climbing back onto the carriage.

With a crack of the reigns the dark horses burst into a full gallop and the battered carriage tore down the road at a breakneck speed toward the party. Maybe somewhere there would need a ride…

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 9 Hellhound

* WHY DO YOU RESIST ME? BE A GOOD LITTLE DOG AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE, ACCEPT ME… *

The sickening voice thundered in her head again and she thrashed and howl. She clutched at her necklace, a holy symbol of her faith and even though it burned her hand as she held it, the hot white light of it helped her to resist the call. Regardless of her attempts to resist the oppression of the demonic force, her body had begun to succumb to the corruption. hair and spiked protrusions gave her once soft and charming form a bestial look, and her features were slowly becoming more canine the longer this went on.

She had come into the forest on Halloween night to prove a point. It didn’t matter if a forest was supposedly cursed, or if people thought there was a portal to hell somewhere in the woods. As long as you had faith you would be fine. Now as the unseen entity cackled inside of her head she thought of the others who had gone missing, the others who were soon to be her pack mates if she couldn’t contest this demon.

* STRUGGLE ALL YOU LIKE DOG, YOU WILL FALL BEFORE ME AS SO MANY ALREADY HAVE. THE SUN IS SETTING AND YOUR TIME IS NIGH, GIVE IN! *

She almost let out a canine howl as her spine twisted and pushed into a whip like tail that grew heavy spikes at the end. Her nose was completely changed and she could smell the sulfurous odor of brimstone on the wind. Her head throbbed as to massive horns burst free from either side of her head, pushing her nos thin and pointed ear to the top of her head. Suddenly the demon attacked with one last rush of power and she dug her hands into the earth and clenched her jaw. Hair covered most of her body and thick bony spines pierced the length of her back along her spine. The demon shouted obscenities and curses while demanding she obey his will and become on of his hellhounds.

Just as her eyes turned black she managed to assert her will one last time. The talisman at her neck was blindingly bright and she felt the force within her get ripped asunder and it’s ashes blow away on the breeze as it howled in defeat. The howling wind echoed through the woods mournfully and the girl collapsed the the earth with ragged breaths.

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The following day she would awaken to find that while she had bested the demon, faith alone was not enough to remove the corruption that had tainted her form. She was trapped somewhere between a human and one of the hounds of hell. If she was to ever find a way to become human again she would certainly have to pit herself against the forces of evil…

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 7 Orc

She had been looking to find a new gym to work out at since she had moved, and when she saw the flyer advertising a free month’s trial if you came in on the 31st. She didn’t have any plans, she was new to town, having just moved, and didn’t really know anyone. Maybe a Halloween party was just the thing she needed to meet some new people.

Finding a something to wear was a workout in it’s own right for the lithe girl, but after an hour of looking through boxes she found some of her stuff from the last blizzcon she went to. Fake pointed ears and teeth, and a plastic axe. With a little effort she made a reasonable if generic orc.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

“Zug zug.”

She sighed and shrugged, it would have to do.

The rest of the day she went about unpacking boxes and setting up her apartment until the time for the party. She hastily threw on her costume and grabbed her plastic axe. It was late, most of the kids had already turned in for the night and most people out in costume were her age or older, returning from parties or drinking.

By the time she reached the gym it was already eleven, but it looked as if people were only just arriving. She nervously made her way in and tried not to embarrass herself. There was only one employee for the gym at the party and he quickly disappeared to get more plastic cups after having explained the promotion and encouraged everyone to look at and use the equipment or to just hang out.

The nervous orc girl ate some bland chips while an older “wolf” man talked about the time he hiked the Appalachian trail and she had to politely excuse herself to go try out one of the gyms equipment. She worked the lat pull down and watched some of the other gym goers as she worked out and saw that they seemed cool enough. A mix of ages and genders, but none of those over the top assholes like back in the city.

She lost track of time and it wasn’t long before midnight approached. As the clock ticked and the hands both reached twelve a hush fell over the room. All of the gym patrons stood motionless and silent, paralyzed by some unseen force. The orc girl felt like her body was being ripped apart, every muscles, every nerve was on fire for a few seconds that lasted ages, but eventually the intense sensation passed and she collapsed to the floor along with the others.

She coughed and hacked as she tried to catch her breath and even though the feeling of having the wind knocked out of her was foremost in her mind she couldn’t help but to notice something. The “wolf” man from earlier, his tail was wagging. It was huge and detailed and wagging. Moments before it had been a fake, limp, dark black costume piece clipped onto his belt, but she could see where the tail had ripped through his pants and it was graying like his actual hair. Nearby a girl who had been wearing elf ears and pretty makeup looked at her elegant and detailed clothes in awe, but the orc girl instantly disliked her intensely.

The orc girl reached a green hand up to the lat pull to push herself up, she couldn’t decide if the ease at which she sprung to her feet or the size and green color of her arm was more shocking. She looked herself over through her now violet eyes, her body was ripped, corded muscles trained for combat as much as manual labor. She ran her tongue over her shark tusked teeth and felt the jingle of a thick nose ring in her now somewhat flat nose.

A girl no larger than her fist flew by on fairy wings and was shouting something shrill and panicked. The Wolfman was growling and the Elvin girl was backing toward the door. Suddenly the man who organized the party finally reemerged from the back room with a bowl of punch and some cups.

“Wow, you guys really have some great costumes, I swear they look more real every time I see them!”

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day3 Pumpkinhead

As she walked through the pumpkin patch she couldn’t help but feel at unease, there was a ominous sense of foreboding that pervaded the area despite the bright sunny day. Maybe it was the fact that the nearest farm was many miles away and that she had just stumbled on the seemingly abandoned patch while walking down a different road than usual on a brisk fall walk. Maybe it was the fact she felt drawn to it, like she couldn’t turn away if she tried. Maybe it was the green vines wrapped around her ankle and snaking their way up her overalls.

The strange immobilizing fog lifted and she became aware of the plants encroaching on her, she tried to pull them away but ended up tripping herself and falling face first into a pumpkin. The flesh of the gourd was softer than she had imagined and the sudden whack of pain from face planting the vegetable never happened. Instead she felt the soft slimy mush of pumpkin guts on her face and the overwhelming smell of pumpkin. She struggled to move and the vines loosened, eventually she was able to free herself enough to try and get her head out of the pumpkin before she suffocated.

She yanked and pulled but the pumpkin was stuck, she couldn’t get the damn thing off, but at least the struggle had managed to knock loose a few chunks so she could see through the holes. it was like she was wearing a mask, she could only see though two triangular holes and breath through a jagged opening, frustrated she yanked on the pumpkin a few more times, but it started to hurt to pull at it.

She reached into her pockets and dug out her phone, eventually taking a photo of herself so she could see just how ridiculous she looked with the damn thing stuck on her head. She wasn’t prepared for what she saw, her lower body looked as normal as every, her ample curves filling out the denim material nicely, but her head, it was gone. From the chest up was just… pumpkin, a big jack-o-lantern with a bright light shining out from the face carved into it sat where her head should be, and there didn’t appear to be anything inside the hollowed out gourd at all. The pumpkin’s face twisted into a frowny carving as she realized that it WAS her head.

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 1 Medusa

Gail walked into her bathroom and sat down the package of hair dye on the counter. She gave herself a final inspection, her red hair complimented her pale skin and freckles well, but she wanted a different look, something… unique for Halloween. She picked up the package and looked at the model, some young person with her hair done up in a bun that made the bright green color almost look like a coiled snake, but what did she expect from emerald boa green hair dye. She chuckled derisively at the dye, feeling just a moment of hesitation at using some hair product she bought at one of those Halloween specialty stores that seem to pop up this time of year. 

Setting aside her concerns she reread the directions for a third time and began to apply the dye to her hair. It was a pain staking process to make sure she didn’t get the toxic green dye all over the place, but she was pretty sure she had done a decent job at evenly applying it, and now she just needed to wait for a half hour before washing the remaining dye out.

The wait was tedious, but Gail didn’t want to drip dye anywhere and the smell was rather unpleasant to breath at first. Eventually the overwhelming scent of the dye faded to a slightly musty smell that she was still eager to wash away but not as grossed out by. She looked at the clock and groaned, it was still another ten minutes until her hair could be washed and her scalp felt… weird. Her skin tingled, it felt numb and her hair was stiff and clumped together, the dye having dried quite a bit now. She walked back into the bathroom and look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was matted together into large clumps that were… her mouth fell open and she could only watch as her hair seemed to move on it’s own accord. Slowly at first, barely stirring, then it became less stiff, less numb, she could feel it moving, feel it writhing. She reached up to try and stop it somehow, but a thick strand of hair wrapped around her hand. It felt cold and surprisingly firm, and the weirdest part was, she swore she could feel the warmth of her hand against the cold green mass.

For some reason she thought maybe if she washed the dye out whatever was happening would stop, as if this was just some normal side effect that water would alleviate. Had she been less preoccupied with her hair she might have noticed the odd greenish pallor to her skin, or that the red of her lips seem to be draining out and turning a shade more similar to that on her head. She jumped into the still cold shower and gasped at how frigid the water was, swearing Gail turned the temperature up and tried to rinse off the dye. Her thick hair coiled and writhed it felt wrong in her hands, too thick, too heavy, it almost felt like it was covered in a odd slightly bumpy texture that reminded her of…

Scales?

She jumped out of the shower and didn’t bother to grab a towel as she ran to the mirror. Through slitted green eyes she looked at a vision straight from a horror movie. Her head was covered in what looked like poorly formed snakes, each moving on it’s own, each coiled around one another, each gradually becoming more defined, more detailed. One hissed by her ear and she nearly slipped on the wet linoleum floor in shock. As the scales of the snakes became more defined she could feel a scaly texture on her own skin in some places. She shook her head side to side, watching the emerald boas twist and move, she was frightened to even touch them, but they were a part of her, she could feel them… they softly wrapped around her hand, slid on top of her arm… For a moment the odd sensation of smelling a scent through the tongue of a snake that was once her hair caught her off guard, but she could only laugh at the oddness of it.

Gail had wanted to look different, to look spooky and unique this October, now she just hoped that this was as semi permanent as the package stated. Either way, she was going to look awesome for Halloween.