I never used to believe in ghosts or spirits. I didn’t even believe in god; and, I certainly never saw the point in Halloween. It was just an excuse for parents to send their kids out and get free candy that they didn’t want to buy for them.

So when I heard a knock at the door I ignored it, sitting in the dark house tapping away at the desk I sat at. When it came again I still didn’t move. But when it came the third name I stopped, my fingers pausing onto the wooden frame with a quiet thud before silence.

The nocking stopped. I heard footsteps retreat from the house and sighed. I went back to tapping my desk when I heard another nock; however, this time it came from my back door. No one should be back there but me.

I waited, holding my breath, for another knock. Nothing. I let my breath out in a tired sigh and stood up. My mind must be playing tricks on me again. I need sleep. That’s all.

I jumped when I heard a knock at the front door. I let out a heavy sigh, deciding I may as well answer just this once and put a sign up saying I have nothing to give and asking to not knock.

I slumped over to the door, flicking a light on as I passed. I took a deep breath to steady my already racing nerves before unlocking and opening the door. That... was the biggest mistake I had ever made in my life.

A man dressed in torn ragged clothes stood on my porch. He stared at the ground, shadows covering his face. I stood in silence for a moment, expecting him to talk. He didn’t.He just stood there.

I was about to close the door when he started mumbling things under his breath. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. I reached forward and grabbed the man’s shoulder. I was only trying to see if he was okay. I didn’t know he was going to look up at me... His eyes.

He had two giant holes dug into his head where his eyes should have been. Inky black liquid spilled from the holes, staining his face and dripping from his chin. I stared in horror. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t know if it was fake or not but it looked so real.

And the smell. That horrid, putrid smell that filled the air. He reeked of death and disgust. I felt like throwing up. I felt like screaming, crying, SOMETHING! But I just stood there, staring at him. His head tilted to the side and an ugly, crooked smile spread across his face. Skin tore and broke off as he uttered one word.

“Blink.”

I slammed the door shut, locking it with shaky hands and running upstairs. I stopped at the top of the stairs and doubled over, feeling extremely sick. I managed to drag myself to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. But what I saw made me feel even worse.

The toilet was full of inky black blood. I jumped back in horror, turning to the sink to wash my face and mouth out. I splashed water everywhere. My eyes; my hair; my mouth and nose. I could taste the disgusting substance sliding up my throat.

I looked into the mirror and nearly screamed. Black ink streamed down my face as tears, my tongue and teeth stained black. I tried to spit it out. I desperately scrubbed at my eyes as I tried to get rid of the horrible stuff. But it only spilled out more and more.

I slumped to the ground, out of breath and energy from trying so hard. I listened to the drip drop of the inky liquid smacking onto the tiles in a black pool. I felt it filling my lungs with each struggled breath before finally. I stopped breathing.

(I used this in my OC story im going to post but felt it could go here too so yeah)