October 10th

October 10th

8:06 AM:

"Come on, Eddy." "You finally ditch school and you wanna see if something's wrong with someone? Jeez, Double D, live a little." "She was acting so strangely, Eddy! I just want to make sure everything's okay."

Double D knocked on the door three times. When there was no response, Eddy groaned and stepped off of the front-porch. "There; can we go now?"

Edd angrily pulled on the doorknob and eventually forced the door open. His friend stared at the feat in amazement. "How did you—"

"I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say that last Halloween still has its affects on me."

The two walked into Nazz's house cautiously. There was something strange about it; almost like someone had taken something out of the house. Eddy and Edd made their way up the stairs before arriving at the door to Nazz's room.

"Um… Nazz?" Double D raised his hand to knock on the door only for it to open. Nazz stared back at Eddy and Double D sadly—she looked exactly the same as she had the previous day.

"Why are you guys here?" She asked sadly. "Shouldn't you be at school?"

The two Ed's stepped into Nazz's room. Double D tried to explain himself without looking at Nazz. "Well, Nazz, we were worried about you, so we wanted to make sure you were doing alright. I mean, with Kevin dead and Ed locked up in his house—"

Nazz wiped some of the make-up off her face with her sleeve. "It's last Halloween all over again…"

The words hung in the air between the three of them. It really was, wasn't it?

Edd quickly smiled. There was no need to worry—he just needed to lighten the mood a little. "You mentioned a mirror the other day—where is it?"

There was a cough. Double D turned to see Eddy standing next to Nazz's bed, pointing at a small hand-mirror laying on it face-down. Edd walked up to the silver mirror and looked at the back. A label read 'WESLEY'S SHOP OF HORRORS'.

"Wesley's back in town." Double D realized. He tightened his fists angrily.

Wasn't Wesley supposed to be a good guy?

8:25 AM:

"My God, John! Larry really was a werewolf!"

"Every man who is pure in heart—"

"Shut up. Yes, Gwen; I feel bad that I killed my son, but he was an unholy beast-man that prowled the night. And then, on top of all that, he became a werewolf."

"Every man who is—"

"Shut up! But I think we've learned a valuable lesson today—if someone close to you is hurting people, kill them with a walking stick."

"That's a horrible lesson!"

"Yes, Gwen; yes, it is… hey, you wanna go back to my place?"

Jib groaned angrily. "Man, I hate this version of the Wolf Man." Ed, however, seemed to love the remade classic—he laughed out loud as the credits rolled.

Jib scoffed at Ed's chortling. "Moron… idiot… dumbass… um… stupid-face?"

As the imaginary Jib attempted to come up with more names for Ed, a change suddenly came across the TV screen. Midway through the credits, the screen turned a bright white—the white flashed off of the screen and filled the room.

As the blinding light filled the room, a shadow of a hand reached out of the TV screen and grabbed onto the edge, as if the screen was a window. A second hand reached out of the screen and grabbed the other edge—both hands pulled, pulling out a furry shadow that stood in front of Ed.

Two bright, yellow eyes opened up on the shadow and stared at Ed. Something like a mouth opened up on the beast. "RUH-ROH. RHERE'S SOMEONE HERE!"

The creature turned away from Ed and walked towards the door. It was hunched down, its arms close to the ground like some sort of primitive beast. The shadow grumbled something as it opened the door.

"ROOBY-DOOBY-ROO!"

8:28 AM:

WESLEY'S SHOP OF HORRORS:

A shop of fear for All Hallows' Eve

Open Whenever

The sign hung on a door at the back of an alleyway in-between a comics store and the House of Buckets. Double D noticed how Wesley's shop tended to move around—it was always where someone could find it but never where just anyone could find it.

Eddy, Double D, and Nazz stood walked through the door. To their surprise, someone was already there—a balding, fat man was buying a red-haired, ugly-looking doll from Wesley.

"Thank you." The man paid Wesley and smiled happily. "My little girl will just love this doll!" "I doubt that, but thank you for your patronage." "Oh, um… what's the doll's name?" "His name's Chucky! Make sure you keep him away from any sharp objects."

As the man exited the shop, Eddy could have sworn he heard the doll chuckle.

Wesley grinned at the sight of the three teenage. "Ah! Welcome to my little—"

"Cut the crap." Eddy stepped up to Wesley angrily. "You sold Nazz here a mirror and now she's all creepy. What's up with that?"

The shop-owner merely shrugged. "I didn't make the mirror; trolls did. Normal mirrors reflect back the beauty of the gazer—that mirror reflects back all the ugliness in the world. All of the sins, flaws, and mistakes are magnified until—"

"Why the hell would you sell that?!" Eddy hollered.

"Oh… um… for the LOLs?" Wesley chuckled nervously. He quickly gathered himself. "The mirror can come in handy, though; you'll need it for what's to come."

The way he said it seemed to freeze the air. The last words were so powerful that they had somehow rendered the three teens speechless.

Wesley grinned. "Allow me to explain: a psychic man named Seymour Cyrus is attempting to kill 22 people by Halloween. If he succeeds, he will change the world in ways so horrible that you won't be able to imagine it without pissing your pants. Right now, he's at 13 victims, and the number is only going to keep rising."

"So Kevin's death—" Wesley nodded. "He was one of the victims, as was his father. There's something else I should tell you—Seymour can enter people's dreams and rip out there nightmares. Anything a person is even slightly afraid of is his to create and control—and he's gotten his most dangerous pawn yet."

Eddy raised an eyebrow curiously. "What do you mean?"

Wesley's smile vanished, replaced by sheer nervousness. "I had an item for sale in my shop—a mask that belonged to a murderer of unequal terror. With that mask, Seymour can not only bring the killer back to life but also control him."

Double D rubbed his chin. Killers in masks?

"Whose mask was it?" He asked fearfully.

"It was a hockey mask." Wesley explained. "It was worn by a killer named Jason Voorhees."

Author's Notes: MAN, AM I TYPING.

Oh, man… what happened?

WTQ?! I CUT YOUR HEAD OFF!

Yeah, well… you're stupid! So, how's the fan fic going, P—

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