I do enjoy... but much more when it lands on a weekend.
As far as stories go... I have an old one I wrote way back in the day that's a flash fiction piece... not Halloween specific but sort of in the same ballpark:
The Feast
Written by Ben Marroquin
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He lived in a stone mansion. His room on the third floor of the right-wing. At
night, before bed, he liked to go out on the balcony and look into the old
forest. Under the gaze of the new moon, it looked blue, magical.
The windswept up to him from that forest carrying the hint of music and more.
Eyes lit up as a strange intoxicating scent entered him. Hair and skin changed
to feathers, mouth to beak, and feet to talons. He spread his powerful wings
and gazed in marvel, magical.
He pumped them up and down and hovered over the balcony. His eyes caught
sight of other winged shapes, dancing in mid-air, on the edge of the old
forest.
Eyes looked on as he laughed the mad joyous laugh of those in a world all
their own. He shot out over the balcony towards the old forest. A loud crisp
CRACK pierced the beauty of the night as head met concrete, magical (they grinned).
The winged shapes took form as they flocked forth from the edge of the old
forest. Their eyes like beads, skin of moss-covered bark, evergreen wings,
and potbellied tummies.
Knife-like claws sprouting from branching arms filled the night wind with
rhythmic clacking. Thin limbed legs with root-like feet, dangled as they
laughed.
They began to sing:
“Ooh, it’s so deliciously sweet.
A pot-bellied treat!
We’ll eat it up, eat it up.
From its head to its feet.”
They danced circles around the corpse sprawled on the ground and chattered
excitedly through rows of splintered teeth. Slowly they descended; bodies
trembling and claws clacking in glee as the eldest among them sang out
“Let the new moon feast begin.”
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Happy Halloween