Tuesday, October 25, 2011

YA Spooktacular - Party Time! by Ariane Mandell

Welcome to another stop for the second annual YASpooktacular, hosted by Frenzy of Noise and Wicked Awesome Books.

This year, there are three stories written by some of your favorite authors that will be posted throughout the week. Each story is a choose your adventure, where you get to decide what path to send the character down.  

Sometimes you live, sometimes you die, and sometimes you fall into a pit of no return.

If this is the first Spooktacular Story #2 post you've seen, go to Reading Teen to start at the beginning.

There are also some TRICKS or TREATS scattered throughout the story, where you can enter to win prizes and get bonus points toward the prize packs. The prize pack for Story #2, Party Time, will be up tomorrow (the 27th) here! On Halloween day, the grand prize pack will be posted. You can click here (or the YA Spooktacular banner at the top) to see a full list of the YASpooktacular prize packs!

A little about Ariane Mandell

Ariane Mandell is a grad student who loves urban fantasy and romance. She enjoys mythology, psychology, and playing with her dog. Ariane excels at video games, public speaking, and making macaroni and cheese. Her favorite authors are John Steinbeck and Anne Bishop. She lives in Boston.

You can find Ariane on Twitter and occasionally contributing to the blogosphere when the inspiration strikes.

Blog:
http://tangledupinwords.blogspot.com
Twitter:
http://www.twitter.com/suchalongway

click here to go to the beginning of the story


You swallow, peering into the darkness above.  It's completely opaque.  A glance behind you is the same--you're enveloped in darkness.   You can hear the wind outside and square your shoulders - the house always settles on cold nights like this. There's nothing up there but your ipod, and maybe a friend playing a trick on you.  They must have coordinated, between the doorbell, the phone calls, and the stairs.  That explained why no one had shown up yet, too.  You were going to walk up there, and they'd all shout "BOO!"

Sure enough, you hear a familiar groan coming from above.

You adjust your skirts and carefully make your way up the ladder in your breakneck heels.

"Alright guys, you can come out."

Your voice sounds close and muffled in the stillness of the attic, it doesn't carry at all.  In the bluish moonlight filtering through the grimy windows, you cannot see a huddled group of friends waiting to surprise you.  You see boxes, and dust motes, and old furniture.  Your i-pod had fallen out of the dock and is off, dark.

Maybe they're hiding behind something.  You clear your throat.  "Guys?"  Again, the sound is so muffled you almost choke on your own words, like the air has turned to wool and it's creeping down your throat.

You decide to put the music back on as quick as you can and get downstairs, but when you start towards the little table, you nearly trip over something.  There's something at your feet, rolled up in a white sheet.  As you retreat a step, it moves, a limp hand dropping out the top to thud onto the dirty floor

You gasp, nearly tumbling backwards out of the attic as you reach up to touch your throat.  Even gasping is painful.  "Very fun guys," You croak.  "Who's in there?  Stace?  Funny."

The shape in the sheet doesn't move, and no one says anything.  Then, from the far corner, you hear a low crackling sound... almost like a fire, snapping, and logs and twigs shifting in the flames.  It's soft, and constrained, like your  voice, like the sound of your breath.  You peer into the corner and can just make out a shape cut against the window - a hulking figure, slouching forward.  It seems to be facing away, a high collar turned up against its cheek.

Then suddenly, so quickly your eyes must be tricking you, it turns to face you - it's face impossibly pale, bone white and puffy, swollen, like a waterlogged corpse.  It has dark, deep set eyes like two dying, glowing coals, and they're fixed on you.  You don't know whether to laugh or scream - because either it's one of the guys in the strangest, eeriest mask you've ever seen, or...


If you stay with the stranger, go to Reading Angel (http://www.readingangel.com/)

If you run, go to Mundie Moms (http://mundiemoms.blogspot.com/)

5 comments:

  1. Mary DeBorde [M.A.D.]
    zenrei57 (at) hotmail dot com

    Omg ... how did I miss THIS part??? Awesomely creepy!!! hehe
    Glad the story wasn't over JUST yet :D

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  2. oh, i do wonder who it is in that sheet.

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  3. I would not stay a second longer than I had to with this creepy guy.

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  4. Don't go in the attic, always a good rule. Just like when I am home alone I try not to go in the basement.

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