A veil of mist trailed out from the bathroom door and got lost within the darkness of her apartment like the echoing voices of the long deceased. Indecision laid bare across her purple satin sheets, costumes, masks, and boots all scattered and swirled on the bed, a perfect representation of Jane's current state of mind. She was already going to be late to her work's annual Halloween party. The stress of finding the perfect outfit boiled and bubbled with the stress of the realization that she wouldn't make it to her friend's house in time to join her in the cab.
"More cost," she mumbled to herself while replying to a text that had illuminated the darkened and shower misted room. Her pale eyes panned across the bed, seeing costume after costume that she had already discarded in a fit of anxiety until her eyes spotted a red bag just beneath the bed. She reached down and gently pulled the bag out and neatly sat it upon the bed.
'Eric Flu's Haunted Bazaar' read the logo that had been crudely stamped upon the shiny red plastic that bulged at the bottom.
"I don't remember ever buying anything from that shop," Jane thought to herself. "I don't even recognise the name". She pondered for a second whilst taking a quick glance inside the puzzling purchase.
Within the PVC capsule laid a simple dark bodysuit. Jane reached in and pulled the nylon costume out of the bag, it was simple in nature and design, it was all black except for two skeleton hands printed to look as if they were cupping the wearer's breasts. Towards the bottom, sitting over the crotch was a comically cheeky pumpkin face with its tongue poking outwards.
Time had run out for Jane. She needed a costume now and this would have to do, she thought to herself. Images of the bodysuit, short skirt and thigh-high boots flooded her mind. Then the face of Alex floated within that flood, his dark eyes lusting and leering over her within this tight fitted costume. She could feel his tongue drooling and sliding up the leather of her boots as he begged her for one last dance beneath the tacky Halloween decorations.
"This is it, wherever it came from," she pointed to herself. She dropped the damp towel that had been covering her during the entire costume picking ordeal and put the bodysuit on. It fitted comfortably - tight, but she liked it that way. She liked most things that way. Her black skirt slid past her thighs with ease and a few zips later her black leather boots were also sliding and surrounding her thighs. Jane was looking at herself in the bathroom mirror while figuring out what exactly to do with her freshly dyed silver hair when she first felt it.
A small and slightly pinch just beneath her right breast, almost like her bra had tightened and pressed against her skin. She looked down, felt her bra clasp, looked behind her. All she saw was herself, all she felt was herself. Continuing to put her hair up Jane felt an air of discomfort around herself, around her costume, this costume. She walked back into the bedroom and even for a split second contemplated removing the bodysuit and wearing something from last year. That contemplation, however, was cut short as she felt two firm hands, pressed against her chest and pushed her backwards with such force she stumbled and fell backwards onto the bed.
Fear gripped her eyes as she could see no one in front of her, and yet she could feel something. She could feel the very pressure of someone's hands pinning her to the bed. Confusion and fear quickly mixed like artists paint upon an empty pallet, but as quickly as it started, it was over. There was no sensation of being pushed or pinned. There was no longer any force of any kind that she could feel, the dark room then illuminated once more.
Her phone buzzed and a message flashed up on her screen. She sat up and reached over to the bedside table and dazedly looked upon the bright screen that displayed a message from her friend.
