Fiction Challenge #3:
Shadow Dreams
by SpiderJedi

1964: Patriot CIty

Nuclear Winter sat shuffling cards, stacking the deck. He would deal to his cellmate, Deja Vu and wait.

"My Friend you are going to lose, so now I ask, got any twos?" The Rhyming rogue said as he gazed over his cards.

"Dah, Comrade Vu. I would swear by all that is communist that you are cheating somehow... Wait a minute, this is a Braille deck. Why you cheating futuristic captalist scum..." Winter was about to punch deja vu right in his irradiated balls when he happened to gaze over at the calendar.

"Comrade Vu, please explain Halloween to me. Why do you capitalists waste so much money on cheap costumes and even cheaper sugary treats?" Winter asked as he threw the playing cards out into the bitter weather.

"I could try to explain, but it would be a pain. Since my explanation is doomed to fail, do you care to hear a spooky tale" Deja Vu answered waiting for the answer.

From across the hall, Pinstripe yelled out "Naw Deja, you know how our russian pal gets when you tell him a scary story. the guards are still cleanin' his mattress from last time..."

"I demand silence, from you my captive audience" Deja Vu shouted.

He began to weave a tale so intricate, that even the guards were spellbound. The story was that of the twelve-eyes ghost and his zombie servant. Deja Vu crafted the tale with glee culminating it in a final statement "They say the ghost is around here to this day, cursing to doom all who get in it's way. The undead one rests not in peace, and wishes to stew your eyeballs in grease."

There was stunned silence as a ghastly form arose from the cement floor and pointed a long scaly finger at all of them. As the ghost pulled out his blood-stained scythe, Pinstripe was heard to scream "I want my Mommy!"

Pinstripe awoke with a start and realised it was all just a dream. Or was it?