Konata: Greetings to you all on this night that we call Halloween, ghouls of the night, let us rejoice on this event and celebrate it. Some of us will be getting drunk, some will dress up in costumes and also get drunk and others will be celebrating this in their own unique way. But I wanted to tell you all a little tale, it's not a long tale but please tell me what you think of it, a little practice before I start my script. Advice and what your opinion is always appreciated.

I want you to picture yourself in a foggy, isolated graveyard in a small town that's surrounded by nothing but moorland, quite desolate really. You've come here with a small group of two of your closest friends or in my case, Tsukasa and Daniel my Onee Chan, quite drunk and after a long day of rehearsals and you've already had a few drinks; your friends, they can be whoever you wish them to be. You have come here because you think that coming here on this night will be different to any other night of the year, because of Halloween but you see my child, the dead are more than happy to receive…visits from the living, any day of the year.

You have a giggle and have a laugh about how stupid it is to be doing this but you don't care, thinking that this will be a great night, you're heading to the club after this and you can't wait to have a few drinks and dance the night away in your costume. You think it's spooky how the whole yard is surrounded by fog but you do have difficulty seeing very far ahead.

You look across to the other side of the yard through the fog out of curiosity and you see what you imagine to be a hooded figure, stood there all by itself, you think there staring right back at you but it's hard to tell and you think that it's just someone else had come to pay respect to some relative of theirs but you suddenly remember no one else being there when you arrived and the gates slammed behind you and after panicking a little you manage to keep calm, oh where have your friends wandered off to in a place such as this, curiosity takes the best out every human, why didn't you stick together you idiots?

After an hour of exploring by yourself and occasionally bumping into your mates who are much drunker then you are and walking over the ground of the dead, you decide to head back to the gates to sit in the car and wait for the others to finish what they're doing but you discover that they've been locked and you can't climb over the fence so you're stuck here. Your friends are going around and looking at the graves without you, laughing at any silly sounding names they can find. They call you back over and you try to forget about the gates and the ghostly figure and remember to have some fun, its Hallows Eve after all. Catching up with them, you walk over to the other side of the yard to where the ghostly man was but there was no one else there which freaks you out a bit as you feel a cold chill down your spine, the gates are locked, how anyone can leave is a mystery, one that you would rather not think too much about.

Already a little drunk, one of your friends has taken their shoes off and kicks over the gravestone, you tell them to stop but they ignore you and don't ask me why they did that, there your friends, albeit it takes a few hard kicks and they have a bruised and bloody foot but too drunk to really notice while laughing and while you put on a little smile, you feel hesitant and afraid. The moon is full and its light is the only thing that's helping you see anything at all, crows crowing as they fly overhead as you ask your friends if you can go now but they just call you boring and continue making a mockery of the yard. You're terrified, you don't like it here and you want to go but before you can say anything, a scream is heard.

You look up and your heart misses several beats as a hooded figure is floating above you, red eyes looking wild as they glow, scaly and bony hands wielding a massive scythe dripping in blood. Halloween is his favourite night of the year and you've desecrated the resting place of the dead which in the land of the afterlife is a great insult and redemption must be served.

He looks at you and points. In a deep and booming voice, he demands that you choose a sacrifice, you to be the one who decides whose soul he will be collecting on this night, you refuse to comply as you don't want to or would never willingly give up one of your friends but he leaves you no choice, either you choose someone else's soul or he'll take all of your souls and drag you down to the deepest and darkest pits in Hell.

You're forced to choose one of your friends to sacrifice, who do you choose, how can anyone make a decision such as this so quickly but you are running out of time and the reaper is very impatient, think now…who is it going to be. The answer neither of them will be accepted here…if you say this then you will be condemning both of your friends to an early grave.

You make your choice and look away as you can't bear to see the agony in their eyes as they are taken, a hole in the ground opens up and the Reaper descends into it, dragging your friend along with him, trying to put up a fight, it's hopeless, they grasp onto the ground but lose their grip and they disappear under the dirt, as if they were being dragged all the way down to hell, they scream desperately for help, they call out your name but no one helps, there too scared to do anything and you cover your ears with your hands, they curse your name and swear revenge.

You stare at the grave and with the utmost horror spread across your face, you see a tombstone and realise just who it is, and there name flashes across the tombstone and the graveyard gates suddenly fly open. As you leave, you realise just what it is that you have done to your friend, the one that you fed to the dead, the one you'll never see again. What right do you have to choose for someone's life to end in order to save your own skin?

Five years pass by and you've moved away from the area, and have forgotten all about the incident and you're driving home from work, you're tired and want to get to bed which seems so warm and inviting at the moment but as you drive along, your car suddenly breaks down and you pull over to the side of the isolated country road, no one else is around. You prepare to call for help when you suddenly hear a moan in the distance but you can't see clearly due to the fog. You call out but hear nothing so shrug it off and dial the number in but before you put the phone to your ear, you look straight and stood in the distance is a figure, due to it being dark and foggy, you can't tell who it is straight away but deep inside your soul…you know who has come here…to find you.

You call out again but once again, you don't hear a response, the figure stays still so you slowly turn away and head towards your car but as you turn, you feel the cold shiver down your spine, a hand cover's your mouth, its cold and feels lifeless, you close your eyes as darkness descends.

The moor road is once again quiet, the car eventually found the next morning, abandoned, the only trace of you left is a photograph of you and your…friends, happier times.

Now, every Halloween you are destined to haunt that moor road and claim another helpless soul for all eternity.

(This is only for fun, don't take it seriously)

Happy Halloween.


Daniel: Ummm Konata?

Konata: Yeah, what's the matter Onee Chan?

Daniel: Don't call me that! What about the next chapter?

Konata: I know, it's about finished just some editing to do and it'll be posted up so relax.

Daniel: Relax, you're dragging me around Dover trick or treating with you?

Konata: It's Halloween!

Daniel: But aren't we being held up in a house by that guy with the dog?

Konata: It's filler, FILLER!

Daniel: Time wasting if you ask me

Konata: It'll be up in about a week man! You can't rush these things

Daniel: At this rate, they'll make a Justice League movie before Tsukasa's Lucky Star continues…

Konata: What's Justice League?

Daniel:…. Oh good lord, you're so childish

Konata: What are you dressed as anyway?

Daniel: V

Konata: All I see is a creepy mask and knifes

Daniel: And you are?

Konata: A zombie maid master

Daniel: Pervert!

Happy Halloween everybody around the world.