I wrote this for a 50-word-or-less Halloween-themed contest sponsored by Dictionary.com.
R. L. Stine is one of the judges. Coincidently, it was written on Friday the 13th.
Accepting my costumed friends dare, I cautiously pushed through the weeds to the unlit dilapidate porch. Before I could knock, the door creaked open. "Come on in. We've been wait- ing for you." Croaked the emaciated little girl with the basso profundo voice. Something pushed me from behind ...
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