I promised you all a second Halloween post a few hours ago and so, somewhat against my better judgement, I am going to show you the first Halloween story I ever made.
And when I say the first I mean the first. I don’t know how old I was when I wrote it, but I must have been extremely young because someone had to transcribe it for me. They may have even helped guide my ideas while somehow letting me keep my child voice. I found this creased and rusted paper wedged somewhere in my old desk drawer. I can also barely remember having toys or some figures that inspired the characters.
And no matter how much parts of this very short bit of juvenilia make me wince, no matter how many parts of it make me want to edit it and shake my head, I have to remember that we all start from somewhere. So in honour of this Halloween and all the progress I’ve made, I just want to show you a little bit of where I used to be.
Trick-or-treat my friends. Happy Halloween, Past Child Me.
Once upon a time there was a castle and there lived a spider, a spooky ghost and a red bat. And then count was visiting the witch. The count won’t take too long.
The next day when it was nighttime it was dark in the castle. The bat was sleeping.
“Oh!” Somebody open the door. I’m getting scared!” said the count.
The candle was lighted and one candle was turned off, and one was on, and one was dead. Then the count was sleeping, the spider was sleeping, the bat was sleeping, and the ghost was sleeping.
“What was that?”
They were all afraid.
Something said, “Oww!”
It was a wolf.
“Help!” said the bat and the spider to the count.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” said the count, “Just go to sleep.”
The ghost said, “Boo!”
The bat said, “Eee!”
The candles burned and they chased the wolf away. They lived happily ever after.
The end
Mythic Bios 
That was so sweet.