"Trick or Treat"

"Trick or Treat"

A Story by Dave

"Trick or Treat"
The silvery swirling mist moved slowly across the open field in the darkening
evening.  No sound, no wind just this strange cloud of moisture.  Its movement
highlighted by the full Halloween moon.  It moved inexorably toward the comely house sitting on a small hill.  Its' beautiful flowers were long gone with the approach and coolness of Fall.
He sat fascinated by this strange apparition whose individual droplets sparkled, at times,
caught the light of the moon.  As it got nearer he thought he could make out a figure
in it.  Not sure if it was his imagination or the suggestion that it was Halloween night,
he continued his watch.
Emerging from the mist seemed to be a hand, an arm and then a face a beautiful face.
Approaching him, in a slender scarlet dress was a gorgeous woman, graceful, creamy
arms and legs that seemed to go on forever.  Despite her dress, she seemed oblivious to the chill of the evening.  It did seem strange to him that this beautiful woman seemed to have a somewhat sunken chest.
As she neared him she said ,"Trick or Treat?"
Apologizing profusely he told her<" I'm sorry, I very seldom have people come so far out into the country trick or treating.  I'm afraid i haven't any candy for you."
"Oh that's okay, I'll settle for your heart."
He rushed to take her in his arms.  As they kissed passionately she tore his shirt off.  He undid her dress and let it fall to the ground beneath their feet.  His kisses became more ardent as he felt her fingernails on his back.  He fondled her one breast and when he reached for the other was shocked that there was indeed a cavity in her chest.
Her fingernails were now on his chest and he felt them sinking in and he started to scream in pain, but she smothered it with a deep kiss on his open mouth.  Even above his internal scream he could hear and feel the tearing of his flesh.  He felt the pulling on his heart and his final sight was seeing it in the palm of her bloody hand as she thrust it into the cavity in her chest.
"Thank you for the treat." she told him.

© 2018 Dave


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Her fingernails on his back reminded me of nails on a chalk board. That sound could wake the dead! Lovely arrangement here of sex and Vincent Price appeal! Happy Halloween, Dave!


Posted 6 Years Ago


I'll bet his final words were not, "Oh, you're quite welcome. So glad I could help."
I will just bet they weren't.

"Its' beautiful flowers long gone with the approach and coolness of Fall."

A couple of problems here. There should not be an apostrophe in 'its' in this instance.Also, it is an incomplete sentence. Easy to fix, at any rate. Just stick the word 'were' in there.


"Its beautiful flowers were long gone with the approach and coolness of Fall."

You might have just been in a hurry. It's not really a big deal, Easy fix.
I would fix it though, man. It's a nice little story.


Posted 6 Years Ago


Sorry it took me a few days to remember to get over here & check this out! (I'm easily distracted these days!) This is a great story. It's a good length for online reading with people who have a short attention span. It's loaded with all the things we love to think about -- tricks, treats, sex, gore, & all this ushered in with a very poetic beginning. Love your imagination & playfulness! *smile*

Posted 6 Years Ago


Hah!
We live in an area where we get no trick or treatsters, so your experience will put me on my guard.
Too late to tell you to take care but I do offer condolences.
Dave brown

Posted 6 Years Ago


I like the scene you describe. Mists and fogs always increase curiosity and tension, I think. Romance can always be dangerous, lovers can steal one's heart, but only metaphorically... until now! This is a great little creepy tale, Dave.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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