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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, an

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 2 Rat Everyone knew the legend of the bridge street tunnel and the tales of all the missing people. In truth, there had been a large amount of disappearances over the years, especially on or around Halloween, but that didn’t stop the youths of the town from fooling around and staying out late come the end of October. This Halloween found a group of youths hanging out by the river, only a short walk from the infamous tunnel. Even from where the kids sat they could see the dark opening of the tunnel, it was partially obscured by overgrown bushes but it black interior looked ominous and intriguing at the same time. Nobody seemed to know exactly where the tunnel went, rumors said nobody had ever made it to the other side and came back, Ashley didn’t believe in such tales though. Ashley was a tall and lean blonde with a generous pair of breasts, she was well liked and known for a streak of fierceness, nothing frightened Ashley, and no dare was

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 th

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 4 Raven The fact that the road was abandoned and there was never another person on it was one of the reasons she loved to walk down it on the way home. It was just her and the calm seclusion of nature that had over taken a few dilapidated houses. The only building still in semi decent condition was the old temple, either built from more sturdy of materials or maybe some monks still visited and attended to it rarely. Normally this time of year was quite beautiful, but September had just sort of lingered on and even though October was at it’s end it was warm wet and mostly green still. The wet was the part that annoyed the dark haired girl mostly, the weather reports had said nothing of the sudden down pour and she had ducked into the entry way of the old temple to see if the storm would pass. People had always said the temple was cursed and that nobody should ever go near it, especially on Halloween, but people worried about strange thi

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 5 Troll This year she really wanted a costume that wasn’t as scary as much as cute, something adorable that made her look cut and sexy. All the stores she had checked were a bit lackluster though, just your standard outfits, a werewolf, a zombie, a vampire. Nothing really had that something special. She had just about given up when she found something pink that caught her eye in the back of a costume store she didn’t remember having been in the mall last week. It was a pink body suit with a mask that had a gigantic mass of pink hair, the tag said Troll. She scoffed for a moment thinking of the obvious monster trolls from fantasy, but then again, maybe they meant like the trolls movie, or that girl from that Halloweentown sequel. It was a bit gaudy, she didn’t really where that much pink usually, but she was rather drawn to the outfit for some reason and she soon found herself in the dressing room. As she stripped out of her clothing and

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 turn

Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 6 Dryad Amber gave a tired smile at the brightly colored fall leaves, autumn was her favorite season and the forest just felt… special come the end of October. The blond girl hefted the ax on her shoulder and adjusted her flannel shirt, She had been working hard chopping wood for the  winter all morning and was about ready to take a break. She sat down on a nearby stump to catch her breath, thinking about the old logging trail she was on. It was strange that it had been abandoned like it had, there were still a lot of great trees here. She decided to fell one more of the towering trees before leaving for the day on her four wheeler with her wagon of chopped wood. She grunted as she stood up and grabbed the handle of her tool. She walked for a moment before a tree caught her eye, there was something magnetic about it and with an almost mechanical force she approached it and swung her axe at the base. *Thud* The axe sunk deep into the