8 Days of Night

This is a story I wrote a couple of years ago. It's about David and his friend Kensuke's Halloween activities. Unfortunately, someone is following them.

8 Hours Of Night

Today started off bad, and ended up worse.  It all started on the school bus.  I was kind of excited, it was Halloween after all.  To calm myself down, I decided to listen to my Ipod.  I closed my eyes and rocked out to 'Careless Whisper'.  Apparently, I rocked out too hard.  I opened my eyes and saw everyone on the bus looking at me.  I realized I had tears running down my cheeks.  Oops.

At school I met up with Kensuke, my closest friend, to go over our Halloween plans.  Kensuke is a good guy, but he goes along with the crowd a lot.  Myself, I do the right thing always.  Which is why Kensuke is my only friend.  Anyways, waiting in Algebra class, we brainstormed for a while.

“What do the girls think is hot on a guy on Halloween?” Kensuke asked, desperation in his voice.  “If I knew what girls thought was hot, would I be home alone every Friday night?” I answered back.  “David, don’t be such a d****e about it,” Kensuke snapped.  He seemed a little on edge, “Well, how are the girls dressing up this year?”  I looked around and answered, “How they dress every year.”

Yep, all the girls were wearing skimpy costumes.  We saw sexy nurses, sexy prisoners, sexy fairies, sexy princesses, sexy nuns, sexy teachers (not real teachers, duh!), and sexy strippers.  That costume was a bit much.  I can’t believe she was allowed to come in wearing dental floss and three Doritos.  Now, how were guys dressed up?  Eh, you saw a few pirates, a doctor or two, a bunch of John Cenas and Steve Austins, and a dude in a toga.  Every other guy just held his book in front of his package.  These guys were in heaven, if you get my drift.

“Dude, did you see Jill?  She came dressed up as Paris Hilton.  She looks so hot!” Kensuke exclaimed, pure horniness in his voice.  “Calm down pervwad.  We need to come up with something to do tonight,“ I told Ken.  I don’t have time for ogling girls.  Ken looked at me incredulously.  “Pervwad?  Pervwad?  Look who’s talking freakey-deeky Davey.”

“Buttsniffer.”

“Toenail slurper.”

“Ding-ding breath.”

“Fart-huffer.”

“D****e-dong.”

“Carlos Mencia.”

“Okay, you went too far.”

Just then, a bunch of students came in.  They looked at me in horror.  Then they looked relieved.  “Dude, you looked just like the chupacabra.  I about sh*t my pants,” the blonde, tanned dude said.  “Yeah.  I threw up in my mouth a little,” the brunette girl said.  I was crushed.  I didn’t let on, though.

That night we just decided to roam around the neighborhood in our costumes.  Kensuke was dressed up as Balki from Perfect Strangers.  I dressed as myself.  I mean, everyone says I look like a chupacabra, what’s scarier than that?  Since we weren’t invited to any parties, we decided to have a party of our own later.  A six-pack of Squirt, a box of pizza, and an Are You Afraid Of The Dark marathon.  Bliss!

Everything started out okay.  Little kids ran away from me like their life depended on it.  Kensuke did the Dance of Joy with some MILFs.  A dog had his way with my leg.  Overall, okay.  At one point I kept noticing a man.  He seemed to be everywhere we went.  Kensuke noticed too.

“Have you noticed that guy following us?  He keeps looking at us through some goggles.  He is really creeping me out,” Kensuke whispered.  “Oh, I noticed.  I think we should go home now,” I suggested.  With that, Kensuke was off like the wind (named amnesia).  I was all alone.  I tried to act like I wasn’t scared.  I walked slowly for a few minutes.  After that I was in a full-on sprint.  The last thing I felt was a sharp pain in my neck.

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I woke up buck naked in some type of jail cell.  I noticed all the hair was shaven off my body.  It felt like I had been pricked by a bunch of needles.  I was alone.  I was scared.  Then I heard someone coming to my cell.  The door opened, and it was the man who was following Kensuke and me.  He had a huge box with him.

“Who are you?  What do you want?” I asked.  “I’m a collector,” The man answered.  He was wearing a cowboy hat.  He had large, dark, soulless eyes.  His mouth never closed.  “Why do you have me imprisoned?” I asked.  “You are a rare specimen.  I cannot let your type get away,” he answered dryly.  “Type?  Type of what?” I yelled.

“Chupacabra,” he answered.  He opened the box, and out came a hideous creature.  It had sharp teeth, red eyes, was about my size, and had black hair all over its muscled body.  “Meet your companion,” the man answered.  I looked at the man, trying to read his facial expression, trying to see if he was joking.  His face had no expression.  He opened the cell just enough so that the real chupacabra could get in.  The chupacabra looked at me.

“Wait,” I called to the man, “you already have a chupacabra.  You don’t need me.  I’m not even a chupacabra!”

“Yes, I already had a chupacabra.  A male chupacabra.  I need him to mate with a female chupacabra.  You fit the bill,” the man said, leaning down.

“Oh, please God…” I whimpered.  The man studied my face.

“No God.”