Spooktoberfest Bloghop is here!

It's time for Spooktoberfest!!! Dani and I have been so excited for this!

Requirements:

1.  Your Flash Fiction piece cannot be any longer than 300 words. Sorry… that’s part of the challenge. It can be scary, comical, romantic, whatever you choose. Just be creative!
2.  You must use the MANDATORY 5 words listed below:

   cobweb(s) 

   cauldron(s) 

   jack-o-lantern(s)

   ghost(s)

  razor(s)

3.  Post your Flash Fiction piece any day from Friday Oct. 26 - Monday, Oct. 29^th. 

4.  Follow Dani and myself if you don’t already. We will follow back. And if we miss it, let us know so we can follow you.
5.  It’s a blog hop, so hop around to other participating blogs and leave some awesome comments.
6.  Have fun!

Dani and I will each choose a winner and post them on HALLOWEEN, Wednesday, Oct. 31^st.

PRIZES: The winners will get the biggest bags we can find of their favorite candy along with some fun items.

Not required but it'd make us smile... if you have a twitter and have extra time, it'd be cool if you sent us a tweet that you've posted your submission. 
Our accounts and hashtag: 
@Danibertrand
@JackieFel
#Spooktoberfest

Sweet Kiss

Screams and eerie music bounce off the walls as Ben and I enter the town’s annual Haunted

Cave. Flickering lights from inside the jack-o-lanterns line the floor and cast dancing shadows around the space.

“Ethan told me it’s not so bad,” Ben says, taking my hand in his.

I shiver, but I’m not sure if it’s because of his touch or the creepiness of this place.

“Are you scared, Ash?”

“A little.” I stare at a cauldron bubbling over with smoke and green goo.

He wraps his arm around my waist. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

White sheets dangle from the ceiling like laundry set out to dry. In one swift move, the makeshift ghosts fly toward us. I jump and dig my fingernails into Ben’s arm.

He lets out a light laugh and tugs me closer to him. His arms become my safety net as we make our way through the hellish maze of creepy zombies, headless bodies, and mask-wearing creepers.

 An amputated hand points us to an arched doorway covered in cobwebs. We walk through and brush them off. I smile, thankful the exit sign is just a few feet away.

Ben pulls me to his chest. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I guess not.” I shrug.

“I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He tilts my head and runs a finger down the vein bulging in my neck. “But I’ll need to break that promise now.”

Ben puts his lips to my throat, caressing my skin with his tongue. His teeth sink in, and I cry out. My neck stings like I’m being cut with a razor.

Blood drips from the wound, and I melt into him as memories of my life fade away.

Thanks for reading my flash fiction piece! Please check out the other participant's entries below!