Happy Halloween! - An Unusual Halloween Story

It was October 30 on a dark night in South Africa. The oldest known Zulu group sat in their traditional dress. The Zulu chief warrior stood on the podium with large eyes. He was shouting in a foreign language. He was not with the people, he's body was there but his spirit was not. His eyes were fully blackened. Boom!
The Carmichael family sat at the table just about say grace, when there was a knock at the door. Four figures dressed in black with black faces emerged from the darkness, only centimetres away from Peter, the Carmichael family's dads face.

"Trick or treat! " The children shouted as they started laughing.

" Wow! Kids you scared me hear take this." He put the candy in the children's brown paper bags as he went back to the table.

"Just a few trick-or-treaters,"

The tribe was still awake even after the huge ceremony that took place last night. Something huge was happening that day. Only the tribal chief knew what it was but he could not tell. It was a message from their god to him.

The people all rose simultaneously. They stood in a line and marched behind the chief. This was not their usual procession. He took out a knife and put the white man on the rock. He raised the knife high above his head to symbolise the strike was coming from the heavens and he flung the stone weapon, impaling the man's heart.

"And dear Lord we pray for Scott in South Africa, please help him with his missionary work with the Zulu tribes. In Jesus Name, Amen,"

The family started to eat as children all around the world started trick or treating. They were deep in discussion when there suddenly were five claps of thunder leaving a ring to their ears. Marjory Carmichael went out to open the door. She just got a hand on the handle when a shadow popped out beneath her.
There was a huge crack in the ground as a huge figure appeared. He had the head of a crocodile, the body of an ape and the limbs of a lion.

"Masyif, you have risen me" The people fell on their knees and bowed to this great figure. They were becoming one with the earth. The limbs melted away into the mud. They were creatures full of adrenaline and energy and the hunger to kill.

"Go make people from all the nations of the earth," said the Zulu god.

"We are ready Haithut!" The people produced blades and flames and ran into the nearby village. The crowd became larger and larger every village they passed.

Marjory pushed open the door. There was a huge crack in the ground all the trick or treaters fell into the giant gaping hole.
Marjory slammed the door closed.

"Peter bolt all the doors and windows shut!"
Immediately Peter and his two sons, James and Tom, came out with hammers and bolts. They started bolting the door shut.

A thudding started, it grew louder and louder. It was followed with tribal chants.

"You cannot hide, ignorant Americans!" The tribal leader shouted.

He held a dead man on a stake outside the window.

"Happy Halloween! Little Scotty come home to celebrate with you!" Shouted the tribal leader followed by a deep throaty laugh.
The man had blood running down his chest and his mouth. His eyes were wide open full black. His pupils covered his whole eye.
The men ran onto his family and grabbed them by their hair. They put their blades on their necks so that it just produces blood.

"Peter you can run now, or die in place of your family!" said the Zulu god emerging from the darkness.
"If you choose to you will die the worst death!"

His wife and two kids looked at him with pleading eyes. The people that took them weren't human. Peter knew that, the "worst" was the worst. He walked towards the creature.

"Peter, you are a stupid man!" His family fell to the floor panting.

Three men dragged him across the floor. They went outside onto the road. His body left a blood stain on the floor. They produced a whip with ten leather straps. They attached steel balls the size of fists onto the ends of the straps and started whipping him.

He's back was so soft that the bluntest of knives could cut through his back. They replaced the balls with hooks and whipped him. Agony was in his eyes. When they pulled the whip out his tenderised backs flesh came off with it. They repeated this four times as the men around him laughed and spat at him.
"It is time for your end!" they threw him into a pot of boiling water as he drowned and burned to death at the same time.