My dear little detectives of the strange, tonight, prepare yourselves to shiver… because what you’re about to read isn’t just some Halloween legend—it’s reality. You thought Eli Tilmann had reached his fright quota for 2024, didn’t you? Well, let me tell you, the chills have only just begun, and things have taken a far more… unsettling turn. I’m here to reveal all the details!
Picture this: October 31st, Halloween night in Jonathanland. The streets were cloaked in darkness, lit only by the dim glow of streetlights. At Eli’s house, the party was in full swing! This avid skater was decked out as a zombie version of his hero, Tony Hawk. With fake gory wounds and a customized skateboard for the occasion, I must admit his costume was top-notch! Beside him, his inseparable friends, Logan and Johnny, had also gone all out. Logan transformed into a mad scientist, sporting broken glasses and wild, electrified hair. Johnny, meanwhile, became a giant crow—a somewhat mediocre costume that made him look more like a sickly oversized bird. Together, they were ready to spread terror… or so they thought!
After sharing a few laughs and perfecting their outfits, the doorbell rang. The boys opened it to find a group of neighborhood kids yelling, “Trick or treat!” They handed out candy, smiling at the kids’ excitement. As the door closed and Eli started heading back to his room to grab his backpack, a heavy knock interrupted the night again. This time, the sound was too forceful to belong to small children.
Curious but amused, the trio exchanged glances and mischievous smiles.
Maybe those kids are back for more candy.
Johnny whispered, chuckling.
But when they opened the door, their grins froze. Standing before them were three figures, not dressed as monsters or witches, but as… themselves. Yes, you heard that right, my curious little strawberries! Three strangers, identical to Eli, Logan, and Johnny—dressed in their everyday style—stood in front of them. They wore sneakers, jeans, T-shirts, and Madison Color jackets, just like the boys wore daily to school. These weren’t ordinary Halloween visitors; they were near-perfect doubles, wearing eerily realistic rubber masks that replicated the boys’ faces.
Eli, Logan, and Johnny stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak. Then, nervous laughter escaped them.
Nice one, guys! Whoever you are, that’s a seriously creepy idea.
Logan said, trying to downplay the tension.
But the doppelgängers remained silent, their faces frozen in an uncanny stillness. Their unblinking eyes locked onto the boys with a chilling intensity.
The atmosphere was so tense, I had goosebumps! The only sound was the faint laughter of children echoing down the street. Eli mustered his courage and addressed the eerie visitors.
Alright, we get it—you’re friends, right? Who’s under those masks?
He asked. Still, no response. The strangers just stared, motionless, like cyborgs. Finally, the figure in the middle, wearing Eli’s face, spoke in a cold, detached voice.
Happy Halloween, Eli. Enjoy the festivities with your friends… while you still can. I just wanted to say hello. I’ll see you… very soon.
Eli’s heart clenched. His palms grew sweaty, and he couldn’t decide whether to answer or run. Beside him, Logan and Johnny were pale and frozen, seemingly hypnotized by the sinister presence.
Suddenly, as if snapped out of a spell, the three friends slammed the door shut. Intrigued, I slipped through the walls of Eli’s house using my witchly powers and watched as they exchanged panicked glances, desperately trying to make sense of what had just happened.
“What was that?” Johnny whispered, his voice trembling. “Do we know those people?”
Eli didn’t respond. Instead, he dashed to his bedroom window, hoping to catch another glimpse of the mysterious figures. But the yard was empty. The silence stretched into the night, as though the encounter had been nothing more than a bad dream. Yet, Eli could still feel their gaze on him, somewhere out there in the darkness.
Driven by an inexplicable instinct, Eli reopened the front door, though I’m certain his heart was racing. And there it was—a single, long strand of red hair lying on the doorstep where the encounter had taken place. His fingers shook as he picked it up.
In my opinion, that hair could only belong to one person… and I think Eli and his friends realized it too. It seems my poor little protégés aren’t done with the malevolent forces lurking in Jonathanland.
So, dear readers, what would you have done in Eli’s shoes? With that, I’ll leave you until next time—hopefully with cheerier news in December! Bye-bye, gossip lovers!