The last day of October. Once called All Hallow's Eve, the modern Western world just called it Halloween. A day where children and children-at-heart went door-to-door in store-bought costumes to gather sweets in a pillowcase, it was one of those traditions that would be difficult to explain what the purpose of it was to an outsider... other than just for fun. It was something their parents or older relatives did, and thus they carried it on endlessly into the future. It was also handy for finding out which of your neighbors were humorless religious scolds who refused to participate in the 'devil worship' and 'communism.'
Some people loved spooky stuff so much that Halloween had swelled up to take up all of October. Maybe it was defending itself from that other red-and-green winter holiday that just kept expanding and taking up more of the calendar. At least there wasn't THAT much Halloween music to play incessantly on the radio for a whole month.
Jennifer loved Halloween as a kid. Her mother was an excellent seamstress, so Jennifer got whatever costumes she could dream up. Nothing quite as elaborate as the costumes from television or movies, of course. Apparently, nobody who made that media understood that normal moms didn't have a costume department. But her mother indulged her young imagination with anything that was within her skill set.
As Jennifer got older, she aged out of trick-or-treating, but still held onto the wonder and fun that she felt so long ago. She swore to herself that when she was a homeowner, she would make Halloween an event. Orange Christmas lights, Styrofoam gravestones with amusing epitaphs, that fake cobweb stuff that hopefully wasn't a fire hazard... the works. And of course... full-sized candy bars and theater-sized boxes. She was going to be the COOL Halloween house! (If she could afford the house, she could afford this once-a-year extravagance.)
Now, as she approached thirty, she owned a house... or at least a mortgage on one. She had bought a brand new home in a series of newly constructed houses at the end of a newly formed cul-de-sac. She had four neighbors, two on each side, whom she seldom saw or interacted with. They either left for work at the same time as her, in which she barely saw them... or they left at different times, in which case... she still didn't see them.
When the property was first set up... there were no street lights in the cul-de-sac. The city eventually had to stump up some change to put in the street lights on the sidewalk... but it took a few years. By that point, most of the new homeowners realized that nobody went down the dark, spooky dead-end road for Halloween, even if the buildings were as shiny and blemishless as a wrapped set of non-stick pans.
The lack of Halloween participants coming down the street, be they trick-or-treaters or hooligans, meant that the houses stopped turning their lights on, since nobody ever took their candy anyway... which only made the houses less tempting for trick-or-treaters. By the time the street lights were installed... the entire neighborhood had learned not to bother going down the cul-de-sac on Halloween. Those darn skateboarders would take loops around every other day of the year... but not when there was free candy being dispensed.
Even so, Jennifer dutifully kept the faith. Her house wasn't as obnoxiously decorated as she had dreamed of in the past, but she kept her porch light on. She was on the couch in her nearby living room, a plastic bowl of full-sized bars in her lap. She would have to bring these to work so she wouldn't eat them all. She hadn't even bothered with a costume this year, just sitting there in her gray sweatshirt and sweatpants. If she had sunglasses, she could be dressed as a celebrity trying to avoid attention while eating at a Cheesecake Factory.
Time moved on, the sun set, the street lights went on... and Jennifer drifted into a nap. Her phone was in her bedroom, and the living room didn't have a TV. Nobody was coming up to her door, and she was tired...
Ding-dong.
Jennifer started, nearly tossing the candy bowl across the room. For all she knew, it was the next morning, she'd missed a whole day of work and the doorbell was rung by police officers doing a wellness check. She looked out the window. It was night time... probably past eight o'clock. Who was still trick-or-treating this late? Jennifer stretched, stood from her much-too-comfy couch and walked to the front door. She opened the door without looking through her peephole.
At the door... there was a witch. Or rather, an adult dressed as a witch. A slim African-American woman with dark curls that touched her shoulders underneath the pointed wide-brimmed hat. She had a low-cut black dress, black lipstick, spider-web stockings and black ballerina flats. She held a green pail with a silhouette of a witch's face, as if it was a Jack-o'-lantern carved out of an unripe pumpkin.
The woman held her pail out with both hands. "Trick or treat." She said with a huge smile.
Jennifer blinked. She briefly looked down, looking for the kids she was chaperoning, or perhaps hoping to turn into cookies. There were none. She was probably too young to have any children of her own that would themselves be old enough to trick-or-treat anyway.
Jennifer shrugged. "Sure, trick-or-treat." She lifted the bowl, showing her the selection of candy.
"Oh, hell yeah!" The witch cheered. "Full size! You rock. If I come back in another costume, can I get more?"
"Take as many as you want. Halloween's almost over, anyway, right?" Jennifer said.
The witch selected two candy bars, one Almond Joy and one Baby Ruth. Normally, the Baby Ruths were all still there by the end of the night, almost as unpopular as Now and Later. This witch must really love nuts. She placed them in her pail... which appeared to have no other candy in it.
"Did you get that pail at McDonalds?" Jennifer asked. "I heard they brought those back last year."
"Oh, no. This one is vintage." She held the bucket closer to Jennifer's face. There were some minor scratches and other incidental damage to the printing that made up the face. Nevertheless, it was in pretty good condition. "It's from the late eighties, early nineties."
Jennifer squinted. "YOU weren't around back then, were you?"
"No, I'm eighteen. I got this on eBay."
Jennifer nodded gently, looking to the other houses. There was no activity on her little cul-de-sac, Everyone had gone home to start eating their candy or start bobbing for apples. "OK, so... happy Halloween. Thanks for stopping by."
The witch spun around to leave, but she stopped. "Excuse me." She said, while facing away.
Jennifer stopped in her stride, standing in her doorway. "Yes?"
The witch turned back, her side facing Jennifer. Her skirt was now standing out from her body, as something big and long had formed underneath, holding it up like a flagpole. "Is this a trick... or a treat?"
Jennifer gasped, nearly dropping her bowl of candy. The witch advanced on her, pulling back the skirt until her huge erection was fully exposed, pointing right at her. She got to the threshold, her arms reaching out and grabbing the doorway, as if to stop herself from being swept into the house by some unseen force.
"Can I come in?" She begged, her cock quaking with every thump of her heart, as if reaching out into the house towards her.
Jennifer stared at, and directed her answer towards, the witch's nudity. "Uh, yeah, sure."
The witch released the door frame, almost flying at her and wrapping her arms around her and kissing her.
Between the kisses, Jennifer said, "I thought it was vampires that had to ask to enter."
"I could be both a witch AND a vampire." She cooed into her ear. "We get to be whatever we want on Halloween." She tipped Jennifer's head to one side and gave her neck a tiny nibble. "Oops, I bit you. Now you're my horny little thrall." She ran her hot tongue up the side of her neck, which made Jennifer shake. "What's your name, honey?" The witch whispered so close to Jennifer, her lips tickled her ear.
"Jennifer..." Her voice quavered, but certainly not with fear. Her name was barely out of her mouth before the witch kissed her again.
"I'm Marie." She cooed as she slipped her tongue into Jennifer's mouth.
