I had the pleasure of taking part in @BooksBrewsAndBooze's Boo-lated Half-o-ween Raid Train on Twitch today. Because it was a Halloweeen themed raid train in June I wrote six Halloween/Pride Month themed MadLibs that I filled in with chat. Below are the results of that adventure. Words that are bold and italic are the words that chat chose. I hope you enjoy these silly little spoopy stories. Happy Halloween and Happy Pride Month.
(If you want to watch the madness unfold, you can watch the stream VOD on YouTube in a couple days.)
(Also, if people are interested, I can make available the Python and html files I used if people want to do the MadLibs themselves. Let me know if that is something you are interested in.)
The Witch Cottage
If rumors could be believed, a(n) slimy witch lived in the old cottage outside of the village. It is said that on moonless nights she would consume strange spells. Often, pink smoke was seen rising from the chimney, reaching to the sky like a dragon. Laughter and moans could be heard through open windows by anyone who dared to get close to the cottage.
Not that many people from the village dared to come within seven feet of the garden fence. Once, many years ago, a professor tried to steal some Sencias from the garden but they fled in fear after hearing a sploosh that made their blood run cold. The cause of the sound is still a mystery to the people of the village.
Despite the rumors, no one really minds the fuzzy witch and her cottage. The witch causes no problems for the village and the village causes no problems for the witch. The most unusual thing about the situation was that no one in the village realized that there wasn't one witch but two.
The villagers came by so seldomly and stayed so briefly that they had never seen the witch and her wife in the same place at the same time. Which was quite the feat itself considering how seldomly the two lovebirds were apart from each other.
The Vampire's Roommate
Visitors were often surprised to find that a vampire lived in the center of town. To locals, however, the vampire was as commonplace as the streets they walked on. After all, the vampire had lived there since before the town even existed.
The vampire was spider-webby and got along well with everyone in the town. He spent most of his time at home sleeping but once a week he would take a stroll around town and once a month would leave the town to visit a friend. At least that is what he said he was doing. Theories ranged from believing him to claiming that he was yowling in the Kohl's in the next town over.
For 20 generations the vampire had always lived alone. Considering how hot he was, everyone assumed that was the way he liked it and the way it would always be. Hence everyone's surprise when the morning after the vampire's monthly trip they saw a man in the vampire's house. They kept expecting him to leave but 69 days passed and still he remained.
He became the talk of the town. Everyone theorized about who he was and what he was doing in the vampire's house. Some thought he was a(n) cat wrangler and others were sure he must be a(n) candlestick maker.
The first time that the vampire and the man walked together in the town, they were instantly swarmed by people wanting to know if their guess was the correct one. The vampire listened to their ideas with amusement while the man next to him fidgeted nervously.
"You're all wrong," the vampire laughed at last, "He isn't a(n) cat wrangler or a(n) candlestick maker or a relative. He's my boyfriend."
The Costume House
Halloween was fast approaching which meant that the slippery house on the corner was suddenly the most popular house in the whole town of Brew's Hollow. Every Halloween the county hosted a Halloween party for all the towns in the area and the main event was a costume contest. The prizes were always excellent and that year the runners up got teddy bears and the winner got a book. Everyone and their bat wanted to win. The theme for the contest was dark fae forest and costumes could either be solo or group efforts.
Though many people did choose to do the costumes themselves, almost every entry from Brew's Hollow were team efforts with two particular men behind them all. The men weren't out to win, they couldn't care less about the contest, they simply helped out where they could because they enjoyed seeing the smiles on everyone's faces.
No costume request was too much for the pair to deliver. A purple haze fainting goat wearing a kettle? No problem. A mothman from Book's living room? Easy. With one man at the sewing machine and his husband on hair and makeup, nothing was impossible.
Some people had been hesitant when the odd couple from the city moved into the small, rural town. But it didn't take long for people to see the advantages of having a pair of drag queens in the neighborhood.
The Odd Trio
They were an odd trio. And not just because there were three of them. They would have been odd if there were two or four of them also. The oddness came from the fact that they were all extremely different.
First off was the vampire. She was eerie and always woke up at exactly tea time. She was passionate about ravens and had a tendency to challenge people who annoy her to a game of shoots and ladders to teach them a lesson.
Next was the werewolf. He was umami and worked as a(n) pirate ship captain. Under a full mood he would transform into a amber wolf but the rest of the time he acted more like a cat. He couldn't resist knocking ghost spiders off the table or counters and if there was an empty box he would sneeze in it. He looked scary due to his size but he was really just a loveable dork once you got to know him.
Last was the ghost, though, due to his convincing human appearance, most people didn't know he was a ghost. He was grimy with long tuxedo hair that would make anyone jealous. He was aloof and only cared about old cats and his partners. Hurt or insult the vampire or werewolf and you were guaranteed to face the wraith's wrath.
The trio was an unusual mix but they were inseparable and shared the one-bedroom cottage with ease. They also all insisted on getting flowers for both of their partners every Valentines Day, White Day, and Christmas which kept the local florist very well-paid.
Forest of Ghosts
Deep in the mountains sat the Forest of Ghosts. It was a(n) plump place but not a dangerous one. The ghosts were not malevolent or even particularly active at all. They simply lived in the trees. Each tree housed a single ghost and the form of the tree reflected the form of the ghost inside.
The oldest tree was a(n) verbose willow tree that was home to the ghost of a puppeteer. It had chrome flowers on it all year long because in life the ghost loved to eat chrome candies.
The smallest tree was a miniature palm tree. Oddly enough, its ghost was anything but small in life. Picture the biggest guy at the gym and this guy was bigger. But he had a huge soft spot for baby animals, especially hedgehogs, and baby anything for that matter, so his ghost tree was equally small and adorable.
The biggest tree was a massive chestnut tree. In life, its ghost had the tendency to hoist with badgers, an action that tended to get them in trouble. They had a bold personality that was hard to miss, hence why their tree was so massive.
The most unusual tree was a curvy ginkgo tree. It was an easy tree to find because it was the only one that didn't stand straight. It would be strange if it did because the ghost inside it was flamboyantly gay, so of course even its tree couldn't grow straight.
The Ghost and the Pans
The house was haunted. There was no doubt about that. Overtime, however, it became unclear whether it was the living or the dead doing the haunting.
The ghost spent most of its time in the bed chamber, only occasionally venturing to other parts of the house. When the current owners of the house learned this, they turned that room into a sort of shrine for the ghost. They even convinced all their visitors that offerings must be made to the ghost anytime a new person enters the house for the first time. People had many guesses about what form the offering should take. Some suggested flower pots, others were sure it was hot cocoa. According to the homeowners, the offering could be one thing and one alone: pans.
No one understood the odd offering requirement but no one questioned it either. And so, every new person brought a pan the first time they entered the house. Between the "offerings" and the pans that the homeowners would occasionally add, the bed chamber quickly started to fill with pans. There were pans of all sorts, even one shaped like a(n) black cat. There were miniature pans and giant pans and a pan that glowed magenta in the dark.
Before long the bed chamber became unusable because the floor was completely covered in pans. Despite the pans being "offerings" to the ghost, it was clear that the ghost wasn't a fan of them because there would be many times when during the night pans had been moved to the break room instead. The homeowners didn't mind, sometimes they would even be nice and get rid of some of the pans instead of putting them back. But they never stopped the influx of new pans.
Finally one morning the living room wall was covered in red writing: "You know what pansexual means so stop giving me pans!"
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