A/N: These are two very short stories written for our beloved BBC Blog's Halloween challenge to write a BH-related story in 10 lines or less. I sincerely hope that my fellow bloggers publish their stories as well, as they are much more clever and funny than mine.
Story 1
When Annie walked in to the kitchen she found the two boys arguing by the open door to the refrigerator. By this point they both looked quite upset.
- Look! said George, This was a perfectly good steak this morning!
- It's still a good steak, George. No use to throw it away because of this, Mitchell argued.
- It's got a big bite out of it! George almost wailed, It's unhygienic!
- I'm telling you: I didn't do it.
- Oh come on and admit. Who in this house would take a big bite out of a raw steak? It's certainly not me, it's three weeks till next full moon!
Annie still hadn't said anything and suddenly the two boys got very aware of this. They stopped talking and turned around as on a given signal. Annie stood there like an innocent angel in the middle of the kitchen floor. She shrugged and tried a little smile when she saw their terrified stares.
- I just got the munchies, she whispered…
Story 2
The rain was hammering on the windows to the hospital chapel as Mark the chaplain prepared for tomorrow's service. He hummed happily to himself while working. From behind a pillar dark shadows watched him. Very angry shadows. Who was this little ginger twig of a man to think that he could ever challenge them? They were out for revenge. It was Halloween and these large shadows were going to show this little man what fear meant. They couldn't touch him while he was in the chapel, but he was bound to leave sometime. While waiting the happily hummed psalm burned their ears.
When Mark finally left for the storage they were two steps behind. Mark though he heard something over the humming. He checked his reflection in the dark windows. No, only him there. He bent down to pick up a pile of chairs and the effort stopped his humming. The vampires leapt. The lights went out. Startled Mark spun around with the chairs in front of him, legs out. Thunder cracked. He swore he thumped into something, but as the lights came back there was nothing there. He sniffed. What was that smell? Wet ash? "Strange", he thought and shrugged. Above him a wisp of smoke touched the ceiling.
