Sex, death and cheese? This is a film I can get behind.

My own contribution to the growing, ah, corpus of Halloween tales. Submit your own story and win a bag of cheesy treats! Possible biological inaccuracy to follow:

At one time, I thought of them like you probably do. Dumb creatures. Afraid of the sunrise. Flockers, robbed by selective breeding of their essential stubborn goatness. Turned into pale blobs of wool and meat.

This story comes from my friend, Kristi Petersen Schoonover:

Hives. Nausea. Anaphylaxis. She’d been at a cheese sampling with her lover Emil when it happened. Thank God her husband Jack hadn’t found out; Emil had dropped her at the hospital and hurried away.

Open thread: post your most frightening, eerie cheese-related story, real or invented, and the best story will win a sack of tricks and cheese treats. 500 words or less.

This is my tale, strange but true, of a hideous secret buried in bucolic hills.