Halloween Emoji Story Game: Read the Results!

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TEENS

The Haunted Journey of the Marshmallow Babies 🍬

One foggy Halloween night, a sleepy ghost floated into town looking for candy… 🍬

His vision was blurry.......

But it was a Marshmellow baby

…and every step the Marshmallow Baby took left little sugary footprints in the fog. 🌫️

Which attracted ants.

The ants turned out to be mutants, and they formed into a giant ant that ate the ghost

and from inside the ant’s hollow shell, a second pair of glowing eyes slowly opened.

The marshmallow baby's spirit was haunting the ants!

The ants burst into flames, leaving behind nothing

......and remained the footprints haunting the vilage for ages to come....

Until an unsuspecting villager came across these footprints...

…and as he bent to look closer, one of the footprints twitched. 😨

And the wind blew anew.

The wind formed a portal where the footprint was!

Green light poked his eyes nd a misty smell brushed his nose

…and through the swirling green light, a tiny hand reached out, sticky with marshmallow and ash. 💀

The hand stuck to the villager's skin, and it pulled him down, down, down...

The sticky marshmallow hand pulled him towards the baby marshmallow, who was angry he didn't have any candy with him..

And the villager turns into a baby marshmallow ghost aswell, they go around on Halloween and terrorise candy owners so they can eat the lollies

Then they get so fat from all the candy they grow on and on, 2 giant marshmallows hungry for sugar

...and some say, on foggy nights, you can still hear them squelching through the streets, whispering, “Trick or treat?”

though no one ever sees who’s asking. 🌫️🍬👻

And marshmallows were never bought in the village again.🍬

Master Creators: @endearingPup1029@cHeRrY9o9 @Peanut3037 @hardtobeRia 

People who might be interested: @NobleSeeker @daydreammemories @notsoserious @amiableBunny4016 

ADULTS

Whispers of the Haunted Feast 🍬

One foggy Halloween night, a sleepy ghost floated into town looking for candy… 🍬

And then, on the far edges of town, the sleep ghost encountered a big, old haunted house...🎃

Well the sleepy ghost drifted closer to the haunted house

its windows glowing like tired eyes waiting for a dream. 🌫️👻

The sleepy ghost was confused. "Am I supposed to be here?" He thought the candles and arrows set on the pavements in his honor would have taken him where he needed to be. He was hungry now.

Just as the sleepy ghost hovered at the creaky gate, a soft giggle echoed from the shadows 🎃👀

“Who’s there?” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper Suddenly, a tiny pumpkin with a mischievous grin rolled out from under the bushes, its glowing eyes winking at him “Follow me,” it seemed to say…

The sleepy ghost hesitated for a moment, then sighed and followed the little pumpkin 🎃 hoping it knew where to find something to eat, or maybe at least a place to rest.

The little pumkin rolled into the house, to the steps and pointed up with its stem. The ghost realized he was to go upstairs alone... the sleepy ghost dreamed of meat, fruit, cakes, candy. Anything to sustain himself. As he felt the hunger in his soul, he dreaded the idea of what he might turn into should his hunger consumes him thoroughly.

The sleepy ghost floated up the creaky stairs, the little pumpkin bouncing ahead. At the top, a door slowly creaked open… inside, glowing candy and steaming pies filled the room. The ghost’s eyes widened. “Maybe this house isn’t so scary after all,” he whispered

"Did I end up in the house of gluttony?" The sleepy ghost thought to himself. For a moment, he was relieved the he wouldn't have to turn into a hungry ghost. He feasted on the candy and pies, not knowing what they could turn him into.

But as he reached for a glowing chocolate eclair, the shadows in the corners of the room began to twist and stretch… whispering his name in voices that sounded like the wind through dead leaves

The sleepy ghost recognized those voices as the ones of his family who were still alive. They were hungry too. So he gathered as much food as he could and followed the candles back to his family home. It was a difficult journey. His form and presence loomed large and his movements were slow and heavy. He eventually reached the doorstep of his family home and laid the food at their doorstep.

But when the door creaked open, the house was empty, his family long gone, yet their voices still whispered, “Thank you.” 👻

As dawn broke, the candles faded one by one. When his family opened the door, the food was there, but the sleepy ghost was gone. Only a faint scent of cinnamon and a soft whisper lingered in the air, “I’m home.”

Master Creators: @Dalaa21@savingGrace7992 @braveFig6308 @kindHero6763 

People who might be interested: @SolitaryBird @JasGab200519970 @Moonlight52 @daydreammemories @AnnaSilverberg @Bubbles2025 @joyfulGrace2418 @Figgy50 @whimsyLeaf7957 @NoorishYourSoul @compassionaterainbow64