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A Halloween Treat
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
A HALLOWEEN TREAT
I was sitting on my computer about 11:30 pm Oct 31, 1992,
weary eyed from reading BBs messages and inputting replys.
My name is Kevin, and this is how my story began.
I live in an older apartment building, the ones you know,
with the vents, that will echo throughout the whole
building. Some of the sounds are creepy, but the rent is
cheap and the place is warm. Anyway, on this particular
night, sitting at my computer, all of a sudden I heard them
fighting again, these would be my upstairs, so called
neighbors. They fought all the time. He was a long-
shoreman, big and mean looking. His wife was beautiful,
many a night I had laid awake stroking my cock, thinking of
what I would do with her, knowing that her husband would
kill me if he even suspected that I dreampt of her. Her
hair was blonde, she was hourglass shaped, with firm tits,
that bulged through everything she wore, and her legs, they
just were perfect. Well, anyway, I heard him yelling
something like, "I'm going to kill you this time you slutty
bitch", she replied, "go ahead, I will haunt you if you do,
you son-of-a-bitch". This sounded serious, my mind
temporarily lost in the fighting upstairs. They had never
been quite this volatile before. I had always thought it
would come to this someday, but even now, I was getting that
nervous chill up my back, my hairs standing on end, as all
of the sudden, I heard him hit her hard, she screamed, "you
bastard". I heard her trying to hit him, yelling and
screaming, something broke, I jumped.
Then I heard silence. Scarcely above my own heartbeat, I
could hear, I thought, someone breathing. I took it to be
her husband, my mind was racing, what happened, why can't I
hear her anymore? I didn't know what to do, I heard a yelp,
almost at once realizing it was me. Right then, I heard him
say, who is that, who's there? I clamped a hand quickly
over my own mouth, trying to stifle my own screams, because
deep in my belly, I knew, he had killed her, I just knew it.
I heard him say again, who's there? I then could hear him,
like he was in the next room, he knew I was down here,
because I hardly ever left my own apartment, except for the
necessities of living. My own mind almost crazy, thinking
what the hell did he do to her? I then heard him move away
from the vent and could hear, oh so softly, him dragging
something across the floor. My mind was blurring and
everything was turning black, I didn't know what to do.
That's the last I remember.
I awoke in a cold sweat, my computer screen, with those
damn flying toasters floating across the screen. My head
hurt like I had been hit with a hammer. I told myself, it
was the damn radiation from these computer screens. My mind
coming back into focus slowly, I then realized, that it had
not been a dream, I broke into a cold sweat, my hands were
cold and clammy. I didn't know what had happened, since I
had evidently passed out.
I heard the knock on my door, a soft tapping sound, almost
like a little kid. I looke at my watch, it was 1:00 am Nov
1, 1992. I had been out about 2 hours. I heard the
knocking again, a little stronger this time. My mind, was
beginning to race, it was him. The long-shoreman, coming
down to finish the job, he knew that I knew what he had
done, to his poor wife. I didn't want to answer the door,
my legs wouldn't stand me up, I was literally shaking all
over. I decided to play stupid. I would open the door and
see what would happen. He knocked again, louder this time.
My body jumped out of the chair, and I walked slowly over to
the door, my mind having these wild thoughts. Long-shoreman
carry those damn meathooks around, to grab hold of cargo,
plus he was one of the biggest, strongest looking men, I had
ever seen. I thought, come on, trying to calm my nerves. I
reached for the door handle, he pounded on the door, this
time and yelled, "open this door you little shit, I know you
are in there." "You never go anywhere, you little fucking,
puking bastard." My body stiffened, I think I pee'ed my
pants. I said to myself, I'm going to die tonight. I
opened the door, and all I could see was his immense frame,
outlining the doorway, all other light blocked by his
hugeness. It was then I looked into his face, at the same
time I heard a small giggle, he was smiling, almost
laughing. It was then I noticed his hands, in one he
carried a long kitchen knife, the other and that's when I
began to go weak in the knees, for there in his hand, was
his wifes own severed head, blood still dripping from the
severed arteries, a look of sheer terror on her face, frozen
for all time. I screamed, I couldn't stand it, my mind went
black, and the last thing I remember before now, was his
laughing, her face and my own head hitting my wooden floor,
with a dull thud.
As my mind awoke, my eyes still shut, I could hear
pounding. I thought it was my own head, but then I could
tell it was music, my stereo, playing of all God Damn
things, The Monster Mash. I slowly opened my eyes, not
knowing or even wanting to know what to expect. I was
shocked to see her standing over me, smiling, a bigu huge
beautiful smile. It was then that I could hear the other
people, at the same time wondering what in the Hell, they
were doing in my apartment. I tried to sit up, but my head
told me otherwise. I then heard that gruff, oh so familiar
voice, "here give him this, to help wake him up." It was
him, her husband. I thought I was dead, and had gone to
heaven, or hell, or wherever we go.
It took them an hour to explain, that it was all a joke.
I had been the brunt of their Halloween festivities. She
had faked the whole thing, I couldn't believe it. I
thought, or knew it was real, didn't I? They had planned it
a couple of days ago, to scare the living shit out of me. I
tried to laugh, but my head still hurt. The long-shoreman,
his wife, and me are now pretty good friends. But, on that
one Halloween night, I was sure that my worst fear and
nighmare was coming true. This was one Halloween, that I
would not forget for a long time.
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