The Fair Folk | Dark Fae Horror for Halloween

Children are vanishing from homes beside the woods, and FBI agent Frannie Carter thinks she finally knows who's taking them. Her investigation leads to a circle of mushrooms, a doorway into another world, and a beautiful queen whose idea of the Fair Folk is not like a bedtime story. What's that? You want to be scared? Come with me. You will experience tales of horror, ghosts, and death. It is not recommended for the weak at. Heart. Listen in the dark. It's more fun that way. This is Weekly Spooky. Hello, my spookies. It's Wednesday, and you know what that means.

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But now, as for tonight, there are some places in the woods we're told not to disturb. Strange circles of mushrooms, little... Clearings where the air feels different. Places where old stories say the fair folk gather after dark. Most of us stopped believing those stories a long time ago. But FBI agent Frannie Carter never had that luxury. Children have been disappearing from their homes and every strange clue points towards something impossible. Fairy rings, another realm, and creatures beautiful enough to make you forget that beauty has never meant kindness. So keep away from the mushrooms, my spookies.

The Fair Folk by Tyler Belmont There's nothing more distressing than... The pleas of a desperate parent. Another child has been reported missing. A crying mother breaks down in front of an FBI agent named Francheska Carter. The mother pleads with the agent in desperation. Please save my baby! Francheska took the distressed mother's hand and looked into her eyes. I will find your missing daughter. You have my word. After returning to the office, Francheska stared at the wall behind her desk. It was covered in newspaper clippings with various pictures of missing children and highlighted text. Red strings were covering the wall like a spider web.

Francheska, or Frannie as she preferred to be called, was a twenty-year-plus veteran, She's gained a reputation for solving nearly all unsolved files that were filed under... Well, I'm sure you probably know which files I'm talking about. The weird kind that can't be explained. This one was the big one that Frannie was desperate to solve. From all her research, all the signs pointed to the best possible suspect being... Elves. Now, these aren't your typical elves you find in Santa's Workshop or even Tolkien's Middle Earth. No, these were nasty buggers. On the surface, they look human-like and can appear as the most beautiful creature you've ever laid eyes on.

But they are not human. They are devoid of empathy and imaginations. They can't produce art of any kind on their own, but they can give the illusion of it with their singing, which to humans sounds like a divine work of art, but their songs are hypnotic, meant to deceive and use. For several months, Frannie has been searching for where these creatures are coming from. It is said they live in a realm separate from ours called fairyland. She believes she may have finally found its location. Every location for all these abductions has taken place in a suburban house near a small forest.

Each one was different, so it could be safe to assume that these things can travel through any location that involves a fairy ring. Frannie happens to live near a nature reserve area called Lynch Park. It was a lavished foreset with trail paths, creeks, and wetland places located right near the Lynch Elementary School. Frannie decided that later tonight she'll go to Lynch Park, find the fairy ring, retrieve the missing children, and leave. Late at night, the stars shined brightly with the full moon staring down at the park, lighting the way through the lone road to lead down the hill towards the entrance of Lynch Park.

Frannie parked her car outside the entrance, a lone bridge standing as a gateway to the forest. She wears a black overcoat over a dress shirt, a horseshoe pendant around her neck. pants and black army boots. She steps onto the bridge and crosses into the woods with fierce determination in her eyes. Frannie's flashlight illuminates the woods around her. Night always adds a sense of tension to the environment, but there is a beauty to it as well. The sounds of crickets and owls make their presence known, as they tend to do at this hour. Twigs snap with each footstep as Frannie shines her light across the various trees and plants, searching for anything that might resemble a fairy ring.

The thing about fairy rings is that they tend to form arcs or circles of mushrooms. Depending on who you ask, they're either used by the witches of the devil or bring good fortune. As the path leads to a field of long grass, Frannie's attention is caught by a group of Singapore trees huddled together. The light shines below the trees, revealing a circle of mushrooms. There you are, Frannie says calmly. She steps forward and waves her arm across the circle to no effect. Deep in thought, she knows that This is the way in. But how is she supposed to gain entrance?

She reaches into her coat and pulls out a plastic bag containing a lone safflower, known as a botanical symbol for a warm welcome. She tosses the flower into the circle and shines her flashlight on it. The flower disappears as a calm, Heavy, low, buzzing sound surrounds Frannie. She looks around before returning her attention to the fairy ring, where what can only be described as a transparent, wavering curtain appears. It has no visible color and blends into the scenery. Frannie takes a deep breath and steps into the circle as the world around her shifts from a warm summer night to a dark autumn evening.

It's still night, but the world seems brighter, as if someone has turned up the opacity to make everything clearer. Frannie looks back to see the transparent curtain still present, along with the circle. In front of her is a clear path of dirt and grass leading toward a stretch of white ground. Frannie approaches it and realizes it's snow. The sky above is gray as snow begins to fall gently. Her eyes scan the area and find nothing but snow-covered trees. The FBI agent draws her pistol without hesitation. She stares into the woods, looking in every direction. Who's out there?

Distant footsteps, deliberate and powerful, approach the agent. Well, this is certainly a surprise, says a mysterious voice that is undeniably female. From the shadows steps a tall, thin woman with a triangular face. She wears a blue Victorian velvet dress and a copper crown, and in her arms is a sleeping human baby. Frannie, seeing the child, lowers her gun. A gentle smile appears on the mysterious visitor. There is an aura of certainty surrounding her that Frannie knows not to trust. That child doesn't belong to you. Oh? You know this for certain? replies the woman. You're the Queen, are you not?

Very perceptive, aren't you? Yes, I am the Queen of the Fae, with many names, but you may address me as Your Royal Highness, says the Queen. I don't think I'm going to do that, Frannie snarks. The smile vanishes as a look of discontent appears. on the queen's face. You have come for the child, have you not? The queen asks. I've come for more than just one child. I am here for at least three of them. Where are the other two? The queen holds the baby with loving care as it continues to sleep soundly in her arms.

The other two were given away as offerings. while I am keeping this one to raise as my own. An offering for what? The queen remains silent and simply ignores Frannie. I won't ask again, she says as she raises her gun. That would be unwise. The sounds of footsteps and breaking branches echo through the woods. Frannie turns to see several elves spread out among the trees, with bows drawn and arrows pointed directly at her. You do not seem to understand that you are powerless here in my realm. the queen gloats. I want that child, Frannie replies calmly.

The queen shows slight annoyance, but not quite enough to lose her calm demeanor. Very well, then. Kill her, shouts the queen. Arrows fly as Frannie dashes toward the woods, narrowly avoiding every one that comes her way. She fires three shots, taking down every elf she spots. Taking cover in the woods, she turns her attention back to the queen, who is no longer standing there. Damn. The queen is too fast and already on the move. Frannie keeps both hands steady on her gun, her eyes scanning her surroundings. She can hear distorted voices that sound like children laughing and crying Normally, as stoic as they come, Frannie finds the voices are starting to get to her.

She can't help but wonder how long this has been going on. How many children have had their lives taken from them before they even get the opportunity to truly live? Frannie turns and fires her gun at the queen. only to find her holding the infant child in front of her as a shield. No! Frannie drops to her knees in utter defeat as the realization of what she's just done washes over her. Tears begin to fall from her eyes as she stares down at the small puddle of water beneath her. How could you? she asks. You were the one with the weapon.

You knew I'm carrying the child. Well, was, says the queen. Frannie looks at the queen, confused. Where's the... A sharp blade pierces Frannie's chest. She coughs up blood. The queen holds the blade. Frannie stares down at it. then slowly looks up to see that the queen is still holding the infant, who is very much alive. I thought I... Did you really think I was going to allow you to harm them? says the queen. The queen pulls the blade from Frannie's chest. Frannie presses her hand against the wound, hoping she can stop the bleeding. You must see that you are no match for me.

You are finished. I would love to keep you alive and perhaps make you a toy for my other subjects, but I really must be going, the queen says. Frannie clutches her chest tightly with one hand as the queen walks away. She raises her other hand. Just one more thing. Your Highness, Frannie says. Speak if you can, the queen replies. I have a special gift for you. A gift? Yes, it's a special necklace passed down through generations in my family. I think you should have it, and if I may, I would like to place it on you myself if you could Allow someone as unworthy as me to do so.

Hmm, you seem to finally know your place very well. Place the necklace onto me. The queen closes her eyes. She stands still as the necklace is placed around her neck. Suddenly, she feels an intense burning sensation. She opens her eyes to find, to her horror, that an iron horseshoe is wrapped around her neck. What is this? The queen looks up to find Frannie. Looking down at her, the baby in one arm and the gun pointed at her face. Not so loud. You don't want to wake the baby, Frannie whispers. You parasite. I'll have your head for this.

The queen shouts. She struggles to remove the horseshoe, but it is useless. The burns are too intense for her to get a grip. Guards! Guards! But no one comes. Frannie, carrying the baby in her arms, walks out of the cold winter wonderland, leaving the queen for dead. I will... The queen cannot finish her sentence because the intense heat from the iron is burning through her skin. She holds out her arms. arms and watches in horror as they dissolve into orange embers. The fire consumes the rest of her body. All she can do is stare into the distance, watching this insolent mere human walk away with what is nothing.

rightfully hers until her vision blurs and darkness takes her. Frannie falls to her knees, clutching her chest and taking deep breaths as she tries to keep herself together. She looks down at the sleeping baby in her arms. Pursing her lips, she pulls herself up through sheer willpower and continues walking up the steep hill. Finally, she reaches the transparent curtain and can almost breathe a sigh of relief. From a distance, she hears screaming. Others are likely finding the remains of their queen. As she turns, an arrow strikes her in the back, taking her breath away. Elves in the distance charge up the hill.

Frannie screams as she manages to stand and walk through the transparent door. Finally, she returns to the realm of humans. The door disappears behind her. Frannie steps outside the fairy circle and collapses onto her side, still clutching the baby, who has woken up and started crying. Red, white, and blue lights flash bright in the distance. Frannie tries to stay awake but feels her consciousness fading away. Looking at the crying baby, Francheska feels a deep sense of guilt for failing to rescue the other kidnapped children. But in the end, she managed to save one of them and kill the source.

of the abductions. She can only look down at the baby girl in her arms with a gentle smile. It's okay. She whispers as her eyes close. Well, there you have it, my spookies. One more reason not to step into a mysterious ring of mushrooms after dark. Because maybe it's harmless, or maybe there's a fae queen on the other side waiting to make your night considerably worse. Thank you so much for joining me here tonight for another episode of Weekly Spooky, where we bring you Halloween all year long, but especially during the Halloween season. And we have so many treats for you to get ready for.

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