The
front room was decked out in similar creepy fashion, severed limbs for arm
rests on the couch, a bed sheet ghost hung carefully in the corner above the
little smoke machine. A thin mist rolled along the front room floor up to a
bubbling cauldron of punch. Jim was quite satisfied that his Halloween party
would be the best one of the year. He’d spared no expense on little frights
throughout the house. He even managed to find little sensors with motion
activation speakers that screamed whenever someone went into the bathroom. He
was sure it would be hilarious. He checked his watch and still had two hours
before any guests would arrive. Plenty of time for him to get ready in his
headless horseman costume. He’d gone to an old Opera house’s costume sale and
he purchased one of the finest made costumes. It was all gold epaulets and blue
velvet. It looked like it was straight out of Sleepy Hollow.
The
vampire clock in the kitchen hallway chimed the six o’clock hour with a
sinister laugh. Jim chuckled and rubbed his hands together with excitement. He
had no doubt whatsoever that this Halloween party would be the one people
talked about for years to come. Whenever people thought about Halloween they’d
think of his awesome party. He knew it would be great and all the sexy costumed
girls would be ready to drop their panties for him all night, either out of
fear or totally drunken compliance. It couldn’t be better.
Jim
went through his scary music collection by the stereo and removed all the
terrible Halloween songs, Thriller and the Monster Mash would not be included
in his party. He’d downloaded the music from the Exorcist and other terrifying
movies, but not that ridiculous Michael Meyers music though. He hated that one.
It was so over played at Haunted Houses and people got bored of it very
quickly. He’d play chilling songs that slowly escalated into more danceable tunes.
Tunes the scantily clad costumed women would enjoy. Jim loved Halloween for
giving women permission to dress like complete sluts. He also enjoyed the scare
factor, but seeing a woman’s bosom smashed into a sexy corset was an added
bonus.
Jim
went on Facebook to check the invite status of his guests. The majority had
accepted, with a few maybes. He’d invited mostly women to the party to create a
three women to one man ratio. A Halloween party just isn’t a good party if it’s
all dudes drooling over the one slutty Zebra or Bumblebee.
Jim
went to the kitchen to check on the hors d’oeuvres of lady fingers that looked
like fingers and the cheese shaped like a severed head when there was a heavy knocking
at the front door. Jim checked his watch and hoped that no one had come earlier
than the expected time. He wasn’t even in costume yet and he didn’t want it to
be ruined. He put the severed head cheese back into the refrigerator and went
to the front door.
“I
hope it isn’t a guest, here too early,” said Jim as he opened the door.
He
pulled the door open expecting an early guest with some sort of appetizer and
an offer to help with the set-up, or maybe it was Julie to surprise him with a
pre-party quickie. That would be an awesome Halloween start. Sexy Julie in her
barely there toga. That would be awesome. She was a knockout babe. Blonde and
sexy, but she had little boobs, but Jim guessed her sexy pouty mouth made up
for that.
Jim
looked up at the towering stranger at the door, red burning eyes, mouth open
exposing rotting teeth and emitting an odor of burning death. The stranger’s
white skull was exposed above his left eye and a worm could be seen wriggling
just at the edges of the scalp.
“Whoa,
that’s a great costume! Are you trick or treating or here for the party? If you’re
here for the party you’re just a bit too early as I’m not nearly ready,” said
Jim.
The
stranger looked down at Jim and groaned and a beastly tongue poked out between
his teeth.
“So
trick or treating then. No problem, I have tons of great candy. Hold on a
second,” said Jim as he laughed slightly. It was a great costume this guy had.
Jim
turned back toward the stranger with some Kit-Kats and Starbursts. He offered
the candy out toward the stranger. The stranger lifted his right arm and drove
a hatchet into Jim’s face. Jim screamed as the blade pierced through his
forehead and severed his nose in two. He staggered backwards against the
hallway table, decorated with eyeballs and witches, knocking it to the ground.
The stranger stepped over Jim and struck him again with the hatchet, separating
Jim’s lower jaw from the rest of his face. The lower mandible hung sickly as
Jim gurgled on his own thick blood. The stranger picked Jim up from the floor
and flung him into the front room onto the couch with the severed limb arm
rests. Blood splashed the floor and the couch as Jim smacked into the
furniture.
The
monstrous stranger stepped further into the house and slammed the door behind
him. Jim reached up to his mangled face and tried to put his lower jaw back to
where it had been prior to answering the door. He felt the warm blood on his
hands and smelled the coppery scent of it. He tried to scream but the blood was
too thick in his throat and he started to choke. The stranger loomed over him,
hatched raised to deliver the last bloody blow. He brought it down hard on Jims
remaining face and caved in Jim’s forehead. Jim’s last thought was of Julie in
her sexy toga. Why hadn’t it been Julie at the door?
The
stranger pulled the hatched from Jim’s dead face and sat down next to him. He
pulled Jim’s body close and started stroking the bloody remnants of Jim’s head
as an elderly woman would stroke a pet cat. The stranger drooled over the late
Jim through a lipless mouth. He pulled Jim’s body over his lap and used the
hatchet to cut into Jim’s abdomen. He pulled out Jim’s organs and splashed them
around the couch and the front room. He stood and pulled Jim’s body through the
house by his large intestine, spilling blood and bile and stomach acid across
the previously polished hardwood floors. The red-eyed stranger then hung Jim’s
body in a closet and shut the door.
Julie
arrived at eight o’clock on the dot. She wanted to be the first one at the
party to flirt with Jim a little before the other sluts got there. She knew Jim
was popular with the ladies, especially since his promotion to vice-president
of finance at the brokerage house he worked at. She wanted to get in on that
sweet VP money if she could and maybe she’d learn to love Jim after that, but
that breast augmentation surgery wasn’t going to be cheap.
Julie
walked up Jim’s front porch carefully, her toga costume was very short, and one
miss-step and the whole neighborhood would have a clear view of her private
parts. She didn’t really want to give some little eight year old trick or
treater a puberty forming treat unintentionally. She got to Jim’s door and rang
the bell. A witch screamed and it sounded cheap to Julie’s ear. Too electronic
to be scary. She waited a moment and then knocked. She hoped Jim would be ready
for her. She straightened her top and tried to look sexy in the doorway.
The
door creaked open and she looked up at blood red eyes staring at her from the
dimness of the foyer. The smell was unbearable and Julie took a step back. A
hand reached out from the darkness around her throat and pulled her inside. The
door slammed behind her. She strained to wriggle free but she was off her feet
and she could feel her windpipe being crushed. She opened her eyes in the face
of the rotting monster. The beast growled at her and stabbed her in the chest
with a butcher’s knife. The beast pulled the blade down her body and opened her
up to her legs. Blood poured out of her, flooding the floor like a biblical red
sea.
The stranger/beast/monster/thing
from Hell’s nightmare breathed heavily and waited. It waited for the rest of
the guests to arrive and give them the Halloween party they’d never forget for
as long as they lived. However brief that may be.
Happy Halloween
everybody!!!! Be careful who you answer the door for!
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