Prologue: Halloween Eve!
Jack-o-lanterns grinned from their porches overlooking lawns filled with polystyrene grave stones and plastic skeletons. Paper bats fluttered from every window of the neighborhood determined to fly away with the rustling leaves. The wind was teething in preparation for its icy winter fangs, but on the night before Halloween, it could only nip at exposed noses and ear lobes, turning them candy apple red with its bite.
Cassie cupped her small hands over her ears, wishing she had brought a hat. She hurried up the hill, over the rusty iron fence, and came to the side of the old abandoned house. She pried open a window and climbed inside. The window slammed shut behind her. An explosion of dust blew around her, causing a coughing fit and a flurry of arms as she waved away the cloud. Producing a flashlight from her pocket, Cassie looked around the house. It was well furnished: tables, chairs, loveseats all covered in dingy white cloth; rugs and carpets buried
under layers of dust lay over the floorboards; cobwebs festooned the ceilings, long undisturbed and none to gracious to the unexpected guest. She pulled a few gossamer strands out of her dark blonde ponytail and walked deeper into the house.
It was quiet. The shadows slept against the walls. Darkness yawned in every doorway and corner. Night had tucked the old house in to sleep and Cassie felt alone. Her slight form wouldn't have been noticed creeping into the house. She had snuck out after going to bed, so her parents weren't aware she was there. Nobody knew that Cassie was climbing up the stairs of the old abandoned house in the dead of night. Her sneakers didn't even squeak as she opened the door to the master bedroom. Not a living soul could have told you that Cassie was alone in that house on Halloween's Eve, lounging on the blood red comforter of the master bed with nothing but the dim blue light of her laptop illuminating her in the dark.
Cassie shivered. She hugged her shoulders and drew the comforter around her. It seemed to squeeze tight like a strait jacket. A tree branch scratched at the bedroom window, begging her to look. She turned her head-she wasn't alone anymore.
"Hey Kasper, I think everything is ready on my end. All the cameras are set, even the ones outside on the fence. Here, check," Cassie said.
She turned her laptop towards the floating form of a teenage boy. His lanky limbs were splayed out before him as if he were floating in the ocean. Translucent and pale, his face, handsome if not for its gauntness, reflected on the laptop screen.
Several video feeds were on the computer screen, one for each of the cameras they had set up around the old haunted house on the hill. A smile crossed the ghost's face, but he wasn't looking at the screen.
Cassie was beautiful. The blue light from her laptop had caught along her cheeks and made her face glow like the harvest moon. Her cute nose was scarlet and her blue eyes shone like lapis jewels inlaid with silver. Her body was a silhouette of perfect curves and slender limbs. To see her smooth legs tucked under her, reclined on the bed, was more than Kasper had ever hoped for in his long unlife.
"Tis astonishing, Cassandra, and I have conversed with my compatriots on our plans. They've prepared and assured me of their eagerness. I tell you, I think it is ready," Kasper felt giddy. His heart might have jumped into his throat if it were still in his body. He swallowed it down and regained his composure until he saw Cassie's eyes looking at him. Then his tongue swelled in his mouth.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Are you sure about this? I fear I have impressed my desires upon you selfishly. I don't want you to feel obliged."
"Kasper," she laughed, "I've been wanting to do something like this forever! Helping you is just the excuse I need to do it. Besides, I think you've waited long enough. I couldn't abandon you now. I'm not a tease."
"No. You're certainly not," Kasper came nearer, floating a few inches off the bed, so few precious inches from her, "tis ready."
"Yeah," Cassie folded up the laptop and placed it on the bedside table, "I'll see you tonight, okay? Make sure you've got all your tricks ready and hiding for us."
Cassie hopped out of the comforter, off the bed, and out of the room. Kasper followed her into the dark hallway.
"They will be. But, Cassandra?" He stopped her at the top of the staircase.
She turned her flashlight on her face and smiled, "Yeah?"
It was like choking, like she drew all the air out his ghostly lungs, as if she'd resurrected him just to watch him suffocate from her smile.
"Happy Halloween," was all he managed.
"Happy Halloween, Kasper," Cassie said.
She waved goodbye before she walked down the stairs and left out the window. The outside air cooled her burning skin, but it wasn't enough. She pushed her hand down her pants and found her pussy, wet and hot. She grazed it slightly with her fingertips, running them over her lips, gently. Her clit pressed against her palm, and she pressed back, feeling the heat grow within her. No. She bite her lip, took a deep breath, and denied herself the pleasure, pulling her hand free. She raised it to her face and saw the sheen of her wet fingers. The thought to taste
them immediately entered her mind. But, no. Not yet. She wiped them on her pants and kept walking.
All she could think about as she climbed back into her house and into her bed was all the fun she was going to have trick-or-treating on Halloween night at the old haunted house on the top of the hill.
Part One: Halloween Night!
Halloween night had come and it filled Cassie with joy. Nothing made her happier than to slip into her cat suit. She loved the feel of the cloth against her bare skin, especially when she was wearing nothing underneath. Each breeze of cold autumn wind flew through the thin cloth of her costume, brushing against her breasts and across her bare thighs. It never failed to make her tingle. And the thought of walking around practically naked, the sheer black of the cat costume clinging tight to her skin, made her exhibitionist tendencies flare.
She loved every moment, every little glance and smile, but when the boys caught the outline of a nipple or looked too long at her camel toe, growing moist and wet, they turned away. The ones who stared harder though, sometimes they got more: a smile, a wink, a slip of the leotard, and a view of her puffy lips straining against the sheer fabric made translucent with her juices. But this Halloween was something different, and it had her gushing.
Cassie had been hitting every house on the block, counting the naughty leers from candy-giving husbands, and chaperoning wives, horny boys and hornier girls as she went (a very high number, certainly). Already her third bag of candy was splitting its seams with chocolates and taffy, but it was alright because she had made it to the old haunted house on the hill and everyone had their candy bags intact.
Cassie was the first to make it to the house. Up the stairs she had gone, past the trees whose branches tickled the shingles, up to the peeling paint of the eggshell-colored door where she deposited three bags of candy and got to work rattling the old lock open.
Mina followed her with two candy bags in tow. Her costume - Little Bo Peep- was a modest blue dress that reached to her white nylon clad ankles. Her sleeves where puffy; her dark hair was hanging under a frilly bonnet, and a white petticoat and shepherd's crook completed the simple outfit. She had made it herself from thrift store finds and wore it with pride, but Mina did everything with pride. She stood tall so her straight, black hair could stream down to the small of her back, and she moved stiffly as if her body were tied in place. Her blush was modest, but her eyes moved with decisiveness, calm and confident. Moonlight reflected off
her black ballet flats as she stepped up to the stoop. She waited behind Cassie and smiled.
"Are you sure you got in before, Cassie?" Mina asked, her voice even and sympathetic.
"Yeah. Just a sec. I almost got it. My friends showed me how to, the same ones meeting us here," Cassie replied.
"I bet I could get it open," Said Red with a grin.
Red threw her four bags of candy onto the stoop, splitting one open and spilling another. She leaned onto the rickety handrail. It looked like it was held together by gravity and cobwebs, so, against better judgement, Red took the gamble, hoped up, and sat on it. She moved deftly, her body well-honed from a life of games, but the cow bell around her neck still clanged when she moved. Mina had made Red's sheep costume to compliment her Bo Peep. It was a simple woolen sweater, a pair of sheep ears, white shorts with a little tail sown on the
rear, some high socks (only slightly green from grass stains), and that annoying cow bell. Red pulled her scarlet locks into a short tail and scowled as the bell clanged again.
"I still can't believe you got me into this stupid costume. I hate this bell. Like, why would a sheep wear a cow bell?" Red scoffed at the idea.
"Stop complaining," Mina said as she straightened the ears on Red's head, "You lost the wager, and I made the costume especially for you."
"Almost got it," Cassie shook the lock harder.
"Cowbells are used on lots of domestic animals including sheep, goats, and others, despite their name," Shelly said as she pulled her two bags up to the stoop.
Shelly pushed her veil out of her eyes. As a nun for Halloween, Shelly wore a black and white habit, her grandmother's antique silver cross necklace, and sensible shoes-though, the shoes weren't part of the costume. She pulled the veil up and draped it over her head so it didn't obscure her vision. Her mousy brown hair clung around her head in tightly woven curls like a frame. She liked having it cover her forehead, and kept it long enough to drag in front of her face to hide behind if she so chose. Shelly stood on the last step of the old house's porch
with her knees locked tight and her hands clasped behind her. She stood so straight, all clenched up like her entire body was squeezing something tight. The wind blew against her as she waited. She was thankful she wore thick stockings.
"What about wolves? Do wolves wear cowbells?" Red rolled her eyes.
"No. Wolves aren't a domesticated farm animal," Shelly informed her.
"I know that genius," Red sighed.
"Oh. Sorry," Shelly said, tugging a strand of hair over her eyes impulsively.
"Red!" Mina scolded.
"Sorry, Shelly. She knows I didn't mean it. You know I don't mean it right?" Red slipped off the railing and gave Shelly a hug.
"Oh, I know," Shelly hugged back, "The only reason I keep answering you is because I always assume you don't know anything."
Shelly squealed as Red hugged her again, tighter. Mina laughed at the two, and Cassie finally opened the door.
It swung open with a long, discordant creak. The darkness of old haunted house emptied onto the porch. The moonlight stepped back unwilling to enter.
"Cool," Red scooped up her candy bags and stepped inside.
In her white lamb costume, she almost glowed against the shadows. Cassie pulled out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and stepped in as well. Mina asked Shelly to grab one of Cassie bags. After taking out her own phone and switching on its flashlight, Shelly helped Mina with a bag and followed after her into the house. Cassie shut the door with a dramatic slam and let the darkness reign.
"So, we just have to sleep in it overnight, huh? Doesn't sound too hard," Red clicked on the flashlight of her phone and started to inspect the furniture in the living room. She found a couch and pulled off its protective white sheet. A cascade of dust fell onto the floor. Red lay on the old couch. It was soft and smelled of moth balls. The whole house had a smell of moth balls and stale air.
