Yup, here we go again, chaps! :D
01/10/12: Here We Go Again
For millennia, the document had been hidden within the Great Pyramid.
Hidden by a long-dead pharaoh after it had caused the near collapse of Egypt, it languished in the King's Chamber, gathering dust, lying in wait for its time of reckoning. The letters written on it, more horrible then the Necronomicon or the Twilight series, writhed and reorganised themselves, making obscene shapes and images.
Napoleon saw it, during his invasion of Egypt. It nearly drove him insane.
He had it brought back to France, and it was eventually buried in a vault underneath the most iconic structure in Paris – the Eiffel Tower (or to be specific, under Bir-Hakeim Metro Station, which is close to the Eiffel Tower in the same way that New Jersey is close to Times Square). There it waited, unfound during the Siege of Paris, the communard uprising, the Nazi occupation and the 1968 strike. It waited and waited...until now.
On the 1st of October, 2012, it rose from the vault, smashing its way through Bir-Hakeim station and up over the City of Light. It resonated with pure darkness and screeched the screech of the devil himself.
A man walked out of his café and looked up, gazing on the abomination floating over his city. He shook his head, and took out a megaphone.
"Monsieur! Get out of here! You are disturbing my customers!"
And with that, the document stopped glowing with darkness and, almost dejectedly, floated away.
I grinned as I picked up the document that had arrived on my doorstep.
"Halloween Unspectacular 2, in print!" I grinned, "Took it long enough!"
I brought it inside and into the review room, shoving it into drawer with the original Halloween Unspectacular. I then sat at the table.
"Yes, it's that time of year again, the bit where I write one oneshot a day for thirty-one days. And that's not all – tell 'em the bonus, Mr. Plankton!"
I pulled Plankton from my pocket.
"What, how'd I get here?"
"Shut up and talk."
"Oh, right, yeah," nodded Plankton, "The contest. We put up one word a week, you have to write a oneshot, you name the prize, yadda yadda yadda. Can I go home now?"
"Nope, you still gotta name the word," I replied.
"Alright, alright," groaned Plankton, "First word is 'ocean'."
"Okay, you can go now," I nodded.
Plankton grumbled as he walked away.
"Now, without further ado, let's get to work..."