This story has themes of non-consent, abuse, humiliation and other related kinks. If such kinks offend you, please do not read. This story is an act of FICTION and is not meant as any political or cultural statement. It is meant for enjoyment and should never be done in real life.
"What a bunch of pathetic losers," I say out loud even if I'm the only one in my house, so my feminine voice carries. I'm currently looking out the front window of my house, looking at all the trick or treaters and other idiots. They all are dressed up in stupid and pathetic looking costumes while congratulating each other for looking so stupid.
I hate Halloween. Hate it with a passion. It's so stupid. Even as a kid I never got it. If you are going to give me free candy, then just give me free candy. Don't fucking make me dress up as a princess or whatever to get it. And if I want to go out and get drunk and laid, I don't need to dress up in a stupid costume. Not to mention I think ghosts and demons and supernatural stuff is complete and utter crap. People that believe in such garbage really need to get a life.
Currently I'm looking at a small group of teenagers that were slowly walking on the sidewalk. They have now stopped and are excitedly talking to each other. Then I watch as they begin to dance. It's a bad dance too, looking like what a mentally disabled person would think a mosh-pit looks like. It's here that I realize they are supposed to look like the band Rage Against The Machine but failed horribly. The only reason I figured it out is they are all wearing the band's merchandise.
"Just ignore them Kristy," I tell myself and step away from the window. My house is the only one on the street without decorations and without any outside lights on. In fact, I removed all the bulbs from the front of my house yesterday to make sure people know not to come here. Sure, a few idiots still stumbled to my front door in the dark to knock on the door, but I ignored them. Maybe next year I'll put something slippery on the ground to make sure they fall if they do try to come up.
My perfect Halloween is sitting alone and watching bad Netflix with a good bottle of wine. I know tons of people are going to bars and clubs tonight dressed up in sexy outfits, but that's not for me. As good as I look, if I want to get laid, I don't need to be dressed like a schoolgirl or other fetishized object. With beautiful olive skin, long black silky hair and weighing a crisp 115 pounds with DD boobs and a toned stomach, guys practically cum on themselves just looking at me. I look good wearing anything, even a tshirt and jeans.
I fill my wine glass up with the wine bottle that's on my coffee table. After taking a long sip I put my glass back on the coffee table. On Halloween, this is the only way I can try and relax. Halloween is a day that stupid people feel they can act even stupider and do stupid things they would never dare do because they know how stupid it is.
Then I hear a loud thud and a lot of laughter from outside. Sighing, I turn up the volume on my TV to drown the idiots out. I hate Halloween, just like I hate all the high pitched screams and cries as people scare themselves. Heaven forbid the $20 cheap serial killer costume they purchased makes a kid scared.
This year's Halloween wouldn't be so bad if not for my dumb-ass neighbor across the street. You see, he decked out his house in all sorts of Halloween decorations. It looks like a graveyard with tons of spider webs with people chained up and hanged from the trees. Well, not people so much but the remains of people. Everyone has to stop and look at it to marvel at the effort he put in which means they have to hang out by my house and talk, take pictures and annoy me.
Another thud sounds, and it spikes my anger. I stand up and walk to the window, fully meaning to call the cops if I see anything worthy of doing so. When I look out, I see the idiot band still dancing, with one of them on the ground, explaining the thud.
Again, across the street are idiots taking pictures in front of my neighbor's front yard. This time a mother making her kids act like they are trapped in the long and wide spider webs that go from the tree to the ground. Poor kids look terrified to go in that yard, and I would too. That neighbor barely does any yard work so it's ugly to look at without any decorations.
What in the? As I look across the street, I spot something that sends a shiver down my spine. There's a rather strange looking man...staring at me. He's across the street on the sidewalk, facing me while being perfectly still. He has on a mask that I think is supposed to be a scarecrow mask as his eyes are two huge pools of black.
He stands extremely still looking right at me. Or is he? I can't really tell because I can't see his eyes. He's turned in my direction, but there's tons of things to look at given his direction.
After thinking about it, I don't think he is looking at me because I made sure to keep it dark in here so no one can see in. I wanted people to think I wasn't home. Even my TV is turned so it doesn't shine towards the window. So no way that guy could see me. But damn, it sure looks like he is.
Sighing again as he is just another loser that takes Halloween too serious, I step back and go to the couch. Why must there be Halloween? It's just a day of Hell for people like me. People buying dumb crap for a day then forgetting that they have it over the course of the year just to purchase it again next year.
I reach to grab my glass of wine from the coffee table, only it's not there. Confused by this as I was sure I put it on the coffee table, I look around to see where it is. I always put it on the coffee table because that's where my coasters are.
I spot it on the end table right next to couch. I shrug at this. The thud sound must have made me do something outside of my normal routine. Reaching for it, I take a long sip, hoping time passes fast tonight. I actually down the rest of it and pour me some more.
I press play on Netflix to resume what I was watching but then have to pause it again when I hear another thud from outside. My anger flashes again as I wish people would stop acting so stupid. This time I grab my cell and unlock it as I am going to call the cops. I've been looking forward to doing it too.
Walking to the window, I see a bunch of new teenage boys being stupid and chasing each other. One is on the ground with the others laughing at him while throwing candy on him. That does it. I've had enough of them being stupid and enough of the noise.
Not caring if it ruins their night, I dial the non-emergency police number on my cell. Yes, I have it stored in my cell as I call it often. I pay taxes and therefore the police better do their job when I call on them.
Oh. Creepy guy is still there. Only...he's changed his mask. Instead of a scarecrow, he wears what looks like werewolf mask. But he's in the same spot, staring at me. It doesn't even look like he's moved at all. Has he been standing there the entire time? I mean, like 10 minutes have passed.
I hear soft beeping noises to which I remember I was calling the police. Looking at my cell I see the call didn't go through. I bring up the contact again and press dial, only it doesn't go through again. It acts like it will dial, but then beeps a few times and goes back to the main screen after saying that there is no network.
That's weird. It's never done that before. As expensive as my cell is, it always has great reception. Even underground and on the subway.
Feeling a bit creeped out, I move away from the window so the creepy guy can't see me. I walk to the other side of the room and dial again thinking that maybe I need to be in a better spot, but it does the same thing. Just refuses to dial. It's almost like my cell is being blocked somehow.
As silly as it is, I start to feel that the creepy guy is the one doing it, but I know that's impossible. That guy is some dumb teenager, most likely, and my provider is just having issues. Stuff like this happens to others all the time.
