Tonight is All Hallow's Eve. I love this time of year and especially Halloween evening. I especially like large Halloween costume parties. I like them a lot!
I lead a mostly normal life. I have come to terms with who and what I am. To the world I look like an upper middle class professor of education at a prestigious school. I am surrounded by young students almost every day. Since I am single, by choice, I get to quietly "play the field" as it were. Since my students believe that I am an all around good guy I am often invited to student run, off campus, parties. I am often very, very, lucky at these parties. I normally have wonderful female companionship on several nights a week. But none of them compare with the companionship I get on Halloween. Life is good.
As I said, I live a mostly normal life. Halloween is the one night of the year when I allow myself to be far from normal. From external appearances I am just a well costumed guy. However, my Halloween nights are normally followed the next day by newspaper headlines about a vicious serial sexual sadist having struck the student population once again. What the heck, we all have to break loose and have fun at least every now and then. I just find that Halloween parties are a good hunting ground.
This year's party is being sponsored by the Greek community. All the fraternities and sororities have gotten together and rented the city's war memorial armory as the site for the party. The building, itself, looks like a miniature reproduction of a medieval walled fortress. The looks are deceiving. It has a large number of doors and a passage to the outside by way of the armory's garage.
This year I'm going dressed as a spectral apparition. My costume, as always, is homemade. There is no other like it, and after tonight it will cease to exist. It isn't a fancy costume but my own mother wouldn't recognize me in it. The mask incorporates a weighted diaphragm that vibrates as I speak. My voice sounds "hollow" this way. It also adds to my anonymity. Since the party is by invitation, all I need to get in is a ticket, and the tickets do not bear names and are not numbered. My costume gloves guarantee that my fingerprints will not be found at the party. On "hunting nights" I don't drink while around people so no DNA will be left at the party either.
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The party has been going on for about an hour and a half now. The fraternities and sororities have been running a sort of "limousine service" for the last half hour. They are running couples back to their "Greek" houses (to the bedrooms of course) and returning the happily exhausted students back to the party again. Most of the partiers are now relatively drunk. I'll make my move in another half hour or so.
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An extremely attractive, and busty, young thing has just walked over to me and given me an uninvited hug.
"What is a sweet young thing like you doing coming to an other worldly thing like me?"
"Gee, professor, I'd recognize you anywhere. You were my favorite teacher several years ago."
How did she recognize me? What had I overlooked?
"What is your name, I can't place it right now?"
"It's Joan, but that doesn't matter, I have had a crush on you ever since I was a student of yours. I always wanted to get you into bed. Does that shock you?"
"No, it flatters me. What exactly did you have in mind?"
"Well, I own a house about fifteen miles from here. I have a well stocked bar and comfortable surroundings so that we could spend a fun evening, and night, if you were interested."
