This is a halloween (ahem) horror story, the tongue-in-cheek kind. In it you'll find H.P. Lovecraft, a junior-miss version of "Elvira, Mistress of the Dark", and a couple of other silly surprises. Keep your wits about you at all times, and watch out for flying toys. PS: Don't wait for the other shoe to drop.
(a surreal Sci-Fi story by Hungry Guy)
Foreword: I once mentioned in the ASSD newsgroup that many of my story ideas come to me in dreams. I keep a pad and pen on my nightstand, and jot down my dreams in the middle of the night. In the morning, I review my nocturnal notes, and find that some ideas can be worked into usable plots while others are little more than useless rants. Well, this is the weirdest one yet. So enjoy! Or not. Whatever...