I hated Halloween with a passion. It was such an overdone holiday and every year the candies and decorations arrived on door shelves earlier and earlier. This year I was in the local Target at the end of August and there was the display of orange and black crap. It's ridiculous.
What I hate the most, of course, is that what is supposed to be a fun evening for children to dress up and ask for candy has turned into an adult oriented evening of dressing up in slutty clothes and making excuses as to why you can't go to work the next day. Once again complete idiocy.
So why was I standing in the middle of a house party, dressed up like a slut? I really have no idea but part of me was mad at my boyfriend, well ex boyfriend, for a long and complicated reason. The other part of me just wanted to have fun. If that meant picking up a random guy and having wild intense sex then I could handle that.
I'm not really a slut. I enjoy sex and love my body. I'm short, 5'1 with shoulder length blonde hair and brown eyes. My boobs are pretty big and I know that I've used them to get what I want, a lot.
"You looking fucking amazing!"
I glanced up from my daze to see my best friend Angela walking over. She was wearing this tight black outfit and I have no idea what she was supposed to be. Her red hair was in curls and her dark eye makeup made her look more Goth then sexy.
"Thanks Angela," I said, opening my arms for her routine hug. As I pulled away I saw a figure move just out of my line of vision. I was intrigued and glanced back at Angela.
"This is a great party. Thankfully Doug isn't here." I rolled my eyes, smirking as I made fun of ex. He was a great guy but he just didn't get women.
"Gotta go."
I laughed. I had lost Angela's attention about a minute before when a sexy guy dressed up like Jacob from the Twilight series walked past her. She had a thing for tall sexy guys and this guy was tall, sexy, dark, handsome, and wearing only cut off jeans. Angela had always been assertive and always got what she wanted.
I grabbed a drink from the kitchen and decided to explore the house. Marianne, the host, had just bought this house with her new husband. He was almost twenty years older then she and clearly money was not an issue for her now. The house was three stories and there were two staircases up to the second floor. I found the back staircase and slowly walked up to the second floor.
The vibrations from the music downstairs filled the second floor and soon I was intrigued with the room at the end of the hallway.
At no point did I think I was being rude. I figured if she was going to host a Halloween party with lots of alcohol she should assume people are going to go snooping around. The door of the room was dark mahogany and the doorknob was a bright red. It didn't match the rest of the dΓ©cor but I wasn't one to ask about decorating choices.
I was just about to reach for the doorknob when I stopped. It felt like a chill ran up my spine. I was scared. Suddenly my mind raced with images and thoughts. Sinister thoughts. I had no idea what was wrong but stepping back away from the door didn't help anything.
"Hey cutie."
I turned around and was face to face with him. His voice sounded like velvet. My brown eyes shifted from his shielded eyes to his mouth, down his torso and back up again. I was transfixed on his costume. He had on an elegant three-piece suit, all in black. His face was covered in a white mask. He was clearly dressed like the phantom from "Phantom of the Opera." He obviously didn't get the memo that this costume was old news but he still look sexy in it.