All my existence, I wanted to remain one of the faceless masses. I did my very best to blend in, never standing out, never drawing attention to myself...
Every day starts the same, I wake up, I shower, I wrap my thick, jet black, mid-shoulder length hair into a severe bun, don my drab, shapeless black dress and head off to work. Yes, contrary to popular believe, I do have a job. I'm a librarian at the main branch. It's quiet, not too many people bother me, and it gives me an opportunity to brush up on some reading. Sitting at my desk, I quickly scanned over my calendar.
"Oh no." I whispered.
"What's wrong Elsbeth?" Louise asked. Louise is one of my co-workers. Nice looking older woman, not spectacular, but what she lacked in looks, she more than made up with her loving personality.
"Oh nothing Louise. I just realized today was Halloween." I said, smiling thinly. Louise nodded, knowing what I meant. Every Halloween, the library is flooded with nut cases trying to find spell books to conjure spirits and screaming costume clad children demanding candy.
"Ahem, good day ladies." Mr. Parker said, clearing his throat. He was the branch manager. Translation, major egomaniac asshole.
"Hello Mr. Parker, how are you?" Louise asked cheerfully. He simply cocked his head, not bothering to speak to her.
'What a bastard.' I thought to myself.
"Well Ms. Munroe, I see good manners are obviously not part of you vocab." he said, examining his fingernails.
"Well, Mr. Parker, that's a matter of opinion. Good manners recognizes good manners." I said crisply. Screw him, he's just mad I wouldn't give him the handjob he demanded. He's hated me ever since.
"Anyway," he said, ignoring the comment, "I won't be needing two of you to work tonight. And after careful consideration, I decided that Elsbeth, you'll be working the Halloween night alone. Enjoy. Louise I want you clocked out and gone by four o'clock on the dot. Understand?"
"Are you sure Mr. Parker, Halloween is usually a hectic night." Louise started to say.
"I thought you got your hearing checked old woman. I said be gone by four. This discussion is over." he said, storming off. Louise face crumpled, breaking my strong resolve. I took her sobbing body in my arms, hugging her tight.
"Oh Elsbeth, how can he speak to me like that? I've been working here for almost twenty years and no one has ever treated me like that." she wailed.
"Shh, don't cry Louise. I'll take care of everything, you'll see. I promise, okay." I said, blotting her tears with a Kleenex.
"How Elsbeth? How are you going to handle this? He treats you like garbage, too." she cried.
"Don't worry about it, just do as I say and everything will be fine."
Thankfully, it didn't take much convincing. Louise is a sweet woman, but she is incredibly naive. I simply convinced her to cover my shift and let me worry about the rest. By the time four rolled around, I had Louise punch out and go home and told her to return by six. I overheard Mr. Parker telling his wife that he'd be working late helping out with the Halloween rush, then he called his mistress telling her that he would meet her at the masquerade ball. This was working out more perfectly than I had ever imagined. I waited until Mr. Parker left before I snuck into his office, and called his mistress.
"Hello?" she sang into the phone.
"Who is this?"
"Um, this Candy. Who's this?" she giggled. I could envision her silicone tits bouncing with her mindless giggles, twirling her overly bleached blonde hair around her finger.
"This is Evelyn Parker. You do know who I am, don't you?" Silence.
"Um, um, I don't know you or your husband!" she gushed. I swear, for someone who has an overly inflated image of self, Mr. Parker sure knows how to pick them.
"Don't lie to me bitch, I know all about you. And I suggest you stay away from my husband or else! I know where you live, what you look like and where you work. If you don't stay away from him, I will make you life a living hell."
"Okay, okay, I didn't know he way married. Well, I did know but he said that he was getting a divorce. But, I'm suppose to be meeting him at a party tonight." she whined.
"Are you really this stupid? I said stay away. Not tomorrow, not next week, but now, understand? I have a gun and I know how to use it and by the time the police find your lifeless body the only way they'll be able to identify it is by those silicone implants!"
"Oh my God, oh my God please don't kill me, I swear I'll stay away for good!" she cried.
"Good. Now listen to me very carefully. I'm going call you back every fifteen minutes on the hour and the first time the phone rings more than three times, I'm coming over to your house and it will not be pretty. Understand?"
"Yes, yes I understand." she sobbed. I softly cradled the phone. Now that that's taken care of, all I had to do was give Louise her final instructions and I was all set.
Like clockwork, Louise showed up and I told her to simply call Candy as scheduled, telling her to pretend to be Mrs. Parker. She didn't ask any questions thankfully.
I rushed home, snatching off my work clothes. I brushed my hair out, letting it cascade down my shoulders. I slipped on my tight black vinyl catsuit and matching stiletto knee-high boots with silver tipped spike heels. I pulled out my leather cat eyes mask with matching ears and headed out. It didn't take me long to reach the party. I didn't have an invitation, but then again, when you look as hot as I did and had a matching attitude, you didn't need one. I just strolled in. Fending off several unwanted suitors, I quickly found Mr. Parker. He stuck out like a sore thumb, wearing a loud Austin Powers costume, not to mention doing a lousy job impersonating him.
"Hi there you shagadelic thing you." I purred in his ear.
"Yeah baby, yeah." He manage to say. I could smell the booze seeping from his skin.
"Here alone or waiting for someone?" I asked, batting my eyes.
