If another fucker knocks on my door, I'm gonna swing for my baseball bat
I cursed my anxious mind, seething with nervous tension. Adrenaline hit every nerve in my body as I paced the room like a frantic idiot, and before I knew it, my teeth chattered, in a world of their own, but without the faintly goose bumps that normally occur with a chill.
The smouldering fire in the centre of the room warmed my skin. I stared at the mysterious blue flame in the centre, and focused hard. Without a blink, I dropped to my knees; my sight totally enthralled in this hypnotic flame, and I floated above my body.
Every second that passed made me wonder about the mind and body's interconnectedness, except I was floating like a bird above my body, not a care in the world about another greedy Halloween Trick or Treater knocking at my door, requesting more cash. Alas, as soon at that thought did enter my mind, the sound of a loud thump made my body connect back with my mind, and I fell in a heap to the floor, grazing my funny bone on the granite fireplace.
I swear these fucking cunts are going to be the end of me tonight; the stress they put me under.
Shirley, my girlfriend was out on the town dressed as a ghoul with her girlfriends, and I chose to stay in like a boring old fool, except a 21 year old fool. The sound of the second thump, accompanied by another thump, then another made me curl my fist in aggression. I wanted to scream at them to leave, get the fuck off my property, even my door, but no words of anger flew out. Instead, my mind held the brunt of my aggression, and I slowly grunted while stomping to the door.
As I reached for the door, the sharp gust of wind almost made it hit me in the face, but my quick actions saved me.
"Trick or treat," the dark witch asked me. Man oh man was she dark. The colour of dark chocolate, the whites of her eyes the only luminous sign on her face. The ghoulish outfit did nothing to accentuate her curves, but I knew from the sight of her dark plump cheeks, the same kind of ass was covered beneath. "Trick," I snarled back to her startled face.
"But...erm...I...shit,"it," she mumbled under her breath, "do not have a trick."
"So you want money again like the three dicks who I have already given a fiver to?" My foot directly faced her, tapping the floor as if possessed, and with a look of thunder on my face, my forehead raised with wrinkles, she sauntered to the left, then to the right in an effort to walk away.
"Wait a second," I shouted loud enough for it to echo in her ears for long minutes. "You think you can just leave without giving me my trick. Come on in?" I kindly beckoned with my finger and a genuine smile.
The hypnotic flame caught my gaze, and I shot my head around 180 degrees to stare at this dark witch with black teeth, dark red lips, and what looked like a plastic bin bag cut into rags covering her figure.
"What do you want to do with me," she whispered, probably too afraid to wake the devil inside me up. Except, the devil had entered me, through the blue flame, but I wanted to tease her a little, win her onto my side. I'm sure the devil can persuade people with tempting delights in our true reality. The promise of riches, fame, and fortune to those who abide is not a conspiracy.
"Fancy a red wine," I asked in a gentle relaxed tone. "Sit down beside the fire, you look freezing sweet child."
Who the hell are you, Steve. Sweet child my ass. She's a grown woman.
"I don't drink, it's against my religion," the witch whimpered.
"And is it against your religion to go asking strangers for money."
