There has been a lot of Halloween flash fiction going around these days--horror fiction-- and I thought I'd try my hand at it. The season had arrived when the weather turned chill and moods darkened to match the gray skies. It seemed that the tumultuous storms overhead matched the mood of the people who viewed the lightning strikes just ahead of the thunder. Above the tumult voices boomed; offering promises of peace and prosperity. Election season was near. But it seemed the Gods were not happy. The skies didn't clear. Rather they kept roiling in anger and the lightning grew more fierce and the crash of thunder seemed to never end. The Gods hoped to overpower the booming voices but it was in vain. The ego of man could not be reined in. The Gods decided mankind should be punished for their sins. After all, no man could hope to replace a god; but the promises the candidates made were so grand that humility seemed beyond reach. The masses too enraptured to care. So the angry skies spread and enveloped the land; stopping time and preventing the sun from meeting the horizon. Mankind would have to live in arrogance forever; listening to the same rhetoric over and over until they went mad from the torment. Election day would never arrive. The End. **Shudder** Tell the truth. That scared you more than anything you ever read by Stephen King. Didn't it?