a halloween 2016 submission. at this time I'm unsure if this is gonna be erotic horror or just a light little scare. journey with me as we find out together.
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All hallows eve, the old name, but my father insists we still call October 30th by its name. its a time of whimsy in this technologically advanced age of 2016. gone are the day of kids and even some older teens walking door to door to barter for sweets with words no one knows the meaning behind. Replaced with parties and bars holding prize winning contests for best costume (but lets be honest, it's given to the woman with the most skin shown, a special advantage to those with more skin in the right places...)
before I go on perhaps I should introduce the players in this game we are about to embark on?
There is myself, the 6 foot lean nearly bean pole son of our local church's priest. He did his damn best to beat the words and lessons of the bible into me, had he not tried to force feed them to me it may have worked, but I was stubborn like my mother.
My mom was apparently the stereotypical cheerleader back in her day. Dad wont go into detail and mom gushes on about it in less then informative phrasing. But what I get out of it was dad verbally disarmed the entire football team as they tried to gang bang mom at a party, she fell in love, repented her ways and became his wife. You'd think a man of the cloth and a former cheerleader would have friction in their marriage but I have never seen mom and dad fight in any way, they gotta have some system in place that lets them communicate without clawing at each others throat.
Then there are my friends, whom I have plans with this evening.
Dean, my best bud, been there since I can remember. He is a bigger guy then me in most ways, two inches shorter but 35 pounds heavier at 220, if he wasn't such a softy he'd be on the football team, but he took to baseball instead. in celebration of the Blue jays recent victories he has chosen to go out this year as Jose Batista.
Maria, Deans former girlfriend, there was nothing ugly that made them split, they just both realized they were too shallow to make a relationship work. Apparently you need more then great sex to fall in love, who knew? She was a sparky little number, 5'2" who knows how heavy, and a noticeable chest. I'm not privy to this information so your gonna have to talk to Dean for specifics. I hear she is going out as Jeanne from the old TV classics, I doubt any one will know that much, but enjoy the sheer fabric she will be donning this evening.
Carla, real name Charlotte. Our stereotypical foreign friend. French exchange, and as top heavy as those Webble toys are bottom heavy. Going along with the stereotype, she's going as a maid tonight. I just pray she isn't going to stick to french like she teased. 5'4" and probably 100 pounds without the tits, she was model material. Carla is an oddball to say the least, she is real shy in person, but she really gets into a role when she has to dress up.
And then we have Deans date, a women whom none of us has met yet. He had been bragging about her for weeks but refused to let us see her. I know nothing about her, but will be meeting her in a few short hours.
Donning my costume, one my father disapproved of, Freddie Kruger, the stuff of nightmares. My sister was an ace with make up and got me to look real damn close to the movies. I borrowed a neighbors hedge trimmers (you know, the finger knives kind), and my dads old fedora he got from his dad. Weeks of preparation helped me turn an old Christmas sweater into a dingy hole filled replica of Freddie's key attire. The rest was simple.
I was headed out the door and saying good night to mom and dad just before he stopped me. I held back a sigh and awaited the moral lecture he would no doubt give me.
But he just gave me a stern look and handed me a small half palm sized whiskey flask and told me to "be careful".
As I got into his old car, make and model whatever, I'm no car junkie, it's a 5 seater, pale blue, family car deal, take from that what you will. I took a sniff of the flask he gave me and rolled my eyes. Holy water...My dad gave me holy water in a whiskey flask...i sure hope this was a failed attempt at humor, the last thing I need is dad repeating the old stories of our family being traveling healers and demon hunters. those things aren't real...
half an hour later, at Club Hostile...
DEMONS ARE REAL!!! or at least, that's what my alcohol fueled mind was almost willing to believe after seeing Dean's date. Sarah Lucy, preferring Lucy, dressed as a provocative devil girl, complete with whore's clothes and aesthetic wings, horns and tail. I almost thought these things were real at first, as they moved fluidly outside her own body movements, It wasn't till I asked about them that she revealed their true nature.
Popping her horns and wings off she set them on the table with a smile. "Unfortunately the tail is gonna have to stay, it's...a little trickier to unplug." She said probably blushing behind that glossy red skin paint. Woman was kinky, willing to go out with a demon's tail butt plug. That curvy super model-esque body of hers had to of been formed with years of torturous use of a corset.
"And what about those fake fangs?" I asked with a charming tone. Resisting every urge to watch her dancing cleavage, paling in comparison to Carla but still large enough for 4 fields of corns to use farming terms.
"Those are actually real, I guess my fangs grew a little more then the average persons, it kinda helped sway my costume choice." Her smile was wide this time, and I saw a playfulness in her eyes that also warned me to back off if I wasn't ready to play hardball. I decided to just sit back and relax, last thing I need is Dean getting on my case with the 20 questions grilling of his date.
The club was jam packed tonight, with several patrons getting liquored up enough to ask out Carla and Marie, each thinking that I was somehow a dynamo that brought two dates to a Halloween bash. I had fun with it once and gave them "permission" to dance with a guy, they made me regret that by turning him into a human stripper pole more or less. Carla cussed me out in french when she returned, or at least I think she did, all I know is "Tab er knack" isn't a compliment.
The night started to get interesting when Dean left to "escort" his date to the ladies room. I gave him a sly wink and our "secret high five" as he got up. But shortly after I felt my heart pound hard in my chest, my ears heard this strange noise that sounded like a mixture of people whispering gibberish and a snake trying to speak Latin. I asked the two lovely young ladies beside me to let me up to go to the bathroom when I was met with the weirdest acid trip I was ever on. Black smoke was pouring out from the edges of the men's room door, yet no one around it seemed to notice it. I inquired with a few of them but each only wanted to know where I got the absinthe I was so obviously tripping on. I had no idea what this phenomenon was, but something compelled me to reach for the flask dad handed to me.
