A Ghostly Halloween

For Halloween 2026

I wish to give a big thank you to my editor Ken. He helped to make this story better, as he always does!

Chapter One: Samantha (Sam)

I was depressed. I was 24 with a full time job. I had just broken up with the fourth true love of my life. I had not had a romantic encounter, and certainly not any sexual activity, for over seven months. I was lonely and horny.

I live in New York, specifically Manhattan. It's a long, narrow island, with its downtown at the southern end and uptown at the northern end. Except for deep downtown (where Wall Street is), the city is on a grid, with a huge park called Central Park beginning at 60th Street and continuing up to 110th Street. A sliver west of the park is called the Upper West Side (UWS), and an analogous sliver east of the park is the Upper East Side (UES).

The UES is the traditional haven of the rich, and is known for its surfeit of hyper skinny blonde bimbos roaming the high end fashion boutiques of Madison Avenue. The subways mostly go up and down the island, north to south. To go east to west ("crosstown"), one can take a bus, or even walk. A chunk of the UES is taken up by the United Nations complex. When it is in session security concerns make part of the East Side difficult to negotiate.

Luckily Sam (short for Samantha) called and asked me out for "a bite" up on the Upper East Side. I live in New York, but downtown, which I define as below 14th Street. It was Saturday so I didn't have to work, and I agreed even if it meant a subway ride. I hate the subway. I could've taken a bus, but they're slow. I could have taken a taxi, or an Uber, but they're a waste of money since we have the subway. Also, sometimes with traffic they are slow, too. Especially if the United Nations is in session, which it was.

"You need to get out of your funk," Sam said, once we were seated in a small Italian place she liked. I liked it, too.

"I know, Sam. But telling me that is like telling a depressive to just cheer up. It doesn't help. Like, at all."

"Have you tried sex?" Sam said, a little too loudly, as the people at tables either side of ours perked up their ears. I should explain that I have a body so hot it can stop traffic, according to my true love number three. I have a pretty face that could be the model for a new Marianne for France, according to my true love number four. Also, my own name is Marianne, which probably led to his suggestion. He's not the most imaginative kind of guy.

"Are you offering?" I replied, just as loudly, and watched Sam blush fourteen shades of red. Neither she nor I are bisexual, so I was clearly teasing.

Ignoring my jibe, Sam remarked that her boyfriend du jour, Troy, had a friend, Walter, who threw a party every Saturday night and she could get me an invitation. "Lots of eligible men come to the parties."

"A boy meets girl kind of thing?" I asked.

"More like a boy buys some designer drugs, and meets a girl in passing, kind of thing."

"That not my style, and you know it," I said.

"I know of course, it's not my style either. But I went to one, smoked a little of something, had some pills, ate some special gummies, and came away with Troy. He's a hunk, excellent in bed, and dumb as a pile of rocks. Easy to control."

Knowing Sam as I do, I wasn't surprised. Every so often she liked a boy toy, in between true loves.

"That kind of party is just not me. Maybe Troy has a friend I could meet?"

"Maybe I could lend you Troy for an evening?"

"Sam, what has come over you? Too much Greco di Tufo? What have you had, three glasses already? Anyway, lending me Troy is not an option. Thanks anyway."

"Well, here's the card of the guy who throws the parties. Every Saturday night starting at 9 PM. If you decide to go, show it at the door, pay the entrance fee, and you can go in. But if you go, I want to know all about the guy you take home, okay?"

It's easy to agree to something that's never going to happen, so I said, "Sure Sam, and thanks." I treated for lunch since my job pays well.

Chapter Two: The Party

Three months later I had given up; I showed up at the address on the card, paid my $100 door fee, and I was ushered in to the party. I was the most conservatively dressed woman there, since I was wearing a bra, an opaque blouse, elegant slacks, and shoes with only slight heels. I suspected some of the women guests had been paid to be there. Obviously I had given up. I just needed to get laid. I had missed the memo about going braless to these parties.

I danced for a while with a man who was tall, dark, and handsome. Just kidding. He was short, only slightly taller than me. He was chubby, balding, needed a (much) better deodorant, and wore coke bottle bottom glasses. But he had this killer stuff that we both smoked, and before long I was ready to fuck just about anyone, although maybe not him.

We took a break from the dancing so that Chubby and I could take another hit of that wonderful stuff he had. During a slow song he pulled me flush against him. I felt his erection through his pants; he felt huge, but then it had been a while, so I didn't trust my judgment. He felt my boobs, but I couldn't look into his mind to see what he thought of them. Most men like them; I knew that much. Basically men like what women have that they don't have. In this regard few traits are more obvious than boobs.

His arms were around my waist, and soon his hands were on my ass. He had this way of caressing my ass cheeks that even through my slacks I found arousing. The drug we had smoked kicked in. My arousal went through the roof and I began to moan. Chubby's hands slipped under the waist of my slacks and my panties onto the bare flesh of my ass.

I saw a nice looking man giving me the eye. I gave him a big smile, silently begging him to rescue me from Mr. Chubby especially as he was beginning to push down my pants while we supposedly danced. Mr. Nice Looking got the message and asked if he could cut in. Chubby graciously stepped aside and want back to his smokes. I don't remember a lot after that, except when I went to the toilet and heard a voice in my head: You're in danger. Go home alone. Now.

I had one more dance with Mr. Nice Looking (I think) and then I left, heeding the voice in my head, even if it was clearly a hallucination.

Chapter Three: Mr Nice Looking Comes to Call

The next day was Sunday, and I was lazing around in my panties reading the Sunday New York Times, which can take a while, even if one avoids all the depressing political news. At four in the afternoon my doorbell rang. Puzzled, I got up and threw on a robe. It couldn't be Sam, because she would have texted first. I also wondered why the doorman had let the person come up to my apartment without calling me first. Must be the weekend help.

I opened the door and there before me stood Mr. Nice Looking. "Uh, hello," I stammered trying to figure out why he was here, and more importantly how he knew where I lived. The hallucinatory voice in my head said Danger. Watch out, Marianne. I was tempted to ask the hallucination why the warning, but I didn't want to have a conservation with my hallucination in front of Mr. Nice Looking, or anyone really.

"You clearly need some time to finish getting ready for our date," he said. He had a nice voice, kind of low and masculine, with a barely noticeable Eastern Tennessee twang. I guessed Knoxville. My college roommate was from Knoxville so I knew the accent well. I was trying desperately to remember from the party the previous night making a date with him, but I came up blank. Well good for me: maybe I'd get laid after all.

"Yes, I'll hurry. Can I make you a drink first?" He wanted a Scotch, neat. I bent forward to place it on a coaster. He took the down-look as my robe billowed open a bit. Good; he's heterosexual. "Can you remind me what we're doing?" It was after all the middle of the afternoon. Most of my dates (from the days when I had them) were in the evening. "Also, your name too, please? I smoked something powerful last night and my memory is shot to hell."

He explained we were going to take a drive up the Hudson Valley, stop at a park overlooking the river, have a nice dinner, then return to the city. His car is a BYD Han, a Chinese EV. His name is Daniel Tranning. "As you get dressed, remember please -- no bra, as we agreed last night." Well, I didn't remember that little detail I apparently had agreed to during my memory blackout. I just smiled.

"Excuse me while I dress. Help yourself to more whisky if you like."

"Thanks. And no bra, please."

"Yes, of course," I said, smiling. My boobs are a little big to go without a bra for an entire afternoon/evening, but I guess I had agreed to it, so what the hell. I figured it was another sign I was going to get laid, and Daniel was even nice looking!

I had been planning to wear a gauzy blouse to show off my new lace bra, but that was out. I wasn't going to show off my boobs to an entire restaurant. Instead I wore a pretty violet blouse with a rather deep V. That way I could tease Daniel all day with tantalizing partial views of my boobs. I paired it with a tight skirt, showing off the shape of my ass. No hose, and my new red lace panties. I felt that I looked firecracker hot. Nevertheless, I wore shorts for the first part of the visit upstate, bringing the skirt along to change into before the restaurant.

We had a nice time on the green lawn gazing at the Hudson River, while Canadian Geese browsed on the grass all around us. Around 5:30 I stood up, took my tight skirt out from my purse, and right there in front of Daniel and everyone else in the park I took off my shorts. I showed off my red lace panties for a short minute before I squirmed into my skirt. I could tell Daniel was impressed by my brief exhibitionism. Good. Now with me looking good, off we went to the restaurant.

The restaurant Red Hat on the River was at the water's edge on this beautiful Fall evening. We had roast lamb after two rounds of cocktails and polished off a bottle of Beaujolais along with our meals. I was a happy tipsy as Daniel drove us back to Manhattan. When he dropped me off at my building the voice of my hallucination told me, "Don't let him into your apartment. Don't! Danger, Danger, Danger!!" I ignored my hallucination and invited him in for a drink. He again had a Scotch. I made a mental note to buy another bottle.

We sat on my couch which was more of a loveseat. Daniel's arm quickly went around my shoulder. He leaned into me. I moved my head and we kissed. I was already excited but the kiss turbocharged my arousal. This was exciting. I was firing sexual energy on all cylinders. My blouse came off quickly.

I was sure Daniel would play with my boobs, but he bypassed them to continue undressing me. His glass of Scotch was still almost full when he had me naked. "You don't waste time," I said. Daniel smiled in return, but there was something in his smile that made me nervous. He pushed me down on the short couch and he shed his clothes.

"Too cramped," he said, picking me up and carrying me off to my bedroom. Gently placing me on the bed, he spread my legs and climbed aboard. "You're already wet. Good girl." He pushed his cock inside me, as I gasped. So much for foreplay.

"Oh God, I need this," I thought as Daniel's cock entered me. Why did I wait so long to do this?

I was so deprived of sex, so horny, that I wanted this perhaps a bit too much. In any event as he pumped away, I groaned and moaned happily, writhing beneath his heavy body, and through my climax which came quickly.

Daniel began to choke me. I know that's supposed to heighten a woman's climax, but choking was not my thing. I managed to say "No choking, please," but Daniel ignored me and kept right at it. I went into distress, then alarm, and announced, "I can't breathe." The choking continued and his grip around my neck got stronger. I began to panic, hitting him with my fists and futilely trying to kick him.

To my surprise as he fucked me and choked me, my arousal spared. I don't know if it was a lack of oxygen or what, but I knew enough to know it was a thing, called erotic asphyxiation. It was supposed to make a woman's orgasms more intense, and sure enough that is exactly what was happening. My endorphins were active, shall we say. As my climax came, my entire body began to shake. I'm sure my vagina squeezed Daniel's cock, but he still didn't cum and just kept fucking me.

Indeed, despite my obvious climax, Daniel kept right on fucking me and right on choking me. He crushed my neck brutally with each pump of his cock. I became nervous, then scared, then terrified. I fought it but nevertheless I passed out. My phone was far away in my purse, so I couldn't have called 911. I'm not sure what happened after that but it's fairly obvious: Daniel choked me until I suffocated. I died.

Chapter Four: After the Date From Hell

"Welcome to the afterlife," she said.

"Thank you. Who are you?" I asked. I quickly added, "I'm Marianne."

"I know. I tried to warn you. I'm Minerva."

"It was you who kept saying danger? Couldn't you have been a little more explicit, like he wants to kill you, or something like that?"

"I tried. It didn't go through. Against the rules, you know."

Somehow that made sense to me. "Yeah, I guess so. Have you tried to warn others?"

"Oh yes! After Daniel killed me, I've tried to warn other women. You're the fifth woman I've tried to warn."

"Any successes?"

"Not a one, I'm afraid. He killed you all."

"You did succeed in making me nervous, for what that's worth. I just thought I was hallucinating."

"I know. I heard you tell your friend Samantha that. You call her Sam."

"I know that. Well, so here I am, wherever this is, and I'm dead. I can see my body down there," I said, as I looked down. Daniel was turning my body over, sticking my ass in the air. "What the fuck...?"

"He's a necrophiliac, Marianne. He's going to fuck your cold, dead body in the ass."

I felt like vomiting, but ghosts don't vomit. Somehow I just knew that. "Is there something we can do?"

"The only thing I've figured out how to do, at least so far, is to place thoughts in the heads of people, like I did for you. But there's severe limits for some reason on what I can say and on what I can do."

"Did Daniel kill you, too?"

"Yes. First he ravished my body, fucking me and then taking me anally. Then I sucked him hard and he fucked me again. As I guess you know, he's a good fuck. I had three orgasms. The last time he fucked me he tried choking me and my climax was super intense. The next time he did that, a couple of days later, he choked me to death. I think it might have been accidental, but I'm not sure. Then he fucked my dead body repeatedly for two days. It was disgusting."

"Wow. I'm sorry."

"Thanks."

"We have to think of a better way to stop this maniac."

"I'm open to ideas."

We thought for a long time, but on Earth it seemed to be only seconds. Daniel was busy fucking my cold ass. "He's going to leave your body naked and erotically displayed for some poor soul to find," Minerva said. Again I felt like vomiting.

"Let's get Sam to find my body right away and tell her to call 911. Maybe the police can save some evidence like DNA from his ejaculate. Can you put the idea in Sam's head? Something like: Go visit Marianne. She's in trouble. She needs you."

"I'll see if that goes through."

Chapter Five: Sam to the rescue, so to speak

Alarmed, Sam called my cell. It rang for a while and then went to voice mail. She called again. Same result. The third time she called she was on her way out the door looking for a taxi. She found one quickly, gave the cabbie my address, and said it was urgent. She continued calling my phone.

The sixth attempt to call me, while the taxi was speeding downtown, got through. A man answered. "Hello."

"I'm calling for Marianne. Put her on, please."

"She can't come to the phone right now," the voice said.

"Who is this? Is it Daniel?"

"Yes. Is this her friend Sam?"

"Yes, and I'm almost there. Where is Marianne?" At that question, the phone call ended. Alarmed, Sam immediately called back. Voice mail. The taxi arrived a few minutes later. She paid and rushed into the building. The doorman knew Sam and let her go right up to my apartment. The door was left wide open. Seeing any dead and abused body, she called 911 and collapsed into my super comfy armchair, trying to catch her breath. Sam had helped me my dead body, displayed in such a way as to afford no modesty even in death, I could tell she wanted to heave. She almost did so.

The police burst in, immediately radioing for homicide detectives. They secured the scene, preserving the evidence. Soon too a forensic team arrived, then the homicide detectives. Sam must have felt as if she had landed in the middle of a Law and Order TV episode. They took her details and said they'd be in touch.

Sam left, and Minerva's voice said Thank you.

Chapter Six: Two Sexy Ghosts

Minerva continued to follow Daniel Tranning from our perch somewhere in the after life. At one point I asked where were Daniel's other four victims. Counting Minerva and myself he had killed six women. "I don't know," Minerva replied. "You and I are the only two who have shown up here, wherever this is. I have no idea what's going on, actually. Do you?"

"Not a clue." Suddenly an idea popped into my head. From where it came, I have no idea. "I think I'll return to Earth and haunt Daniel."

"Do you think we can do that?'

"No idea, but it's worth a try, don't you think?"

"You know, this coming Saturday is Halloween. That might be the perfect time to give your idea a try!" Minerva seemed excited.

"Do you think he'll remember us? Maybe when he sees us he'll freak and die of a heart attack. That would be cool."

"It sure would be. But we can't count on that. We need a plan."

"Funny you should mention that. I have one." I whispered my plan to Minerva just in case some angel was eavesdropping. I'm sure the whispering was ineffective, but it seemed like the thing to do at the time.

October 31 found us back in New York City. We felt like sailors on a 24 hour shore leave. We just sort of knew what party Daniel Tranning was going to, to find his new victim. The police still had no idea who the serial killer of sexy young women was. Daniel had no record: no previous arrests, no fingerprints on file, no records of his DNA for comparison. He didn't even use social media.

So there we two girls were, talking to each other and looking ripe for the taking. We had been given and flamboyantly swallowed some ecstasy, but drugs have no effect on ghosts, and somehow we knew that. Daniel didn't recognize either one of us, which of course annoyed both of us. If you choke someone to death, minimal consideration dictates you should recognize her ghost. To be fair, though, I'm sure he wasn't expecting two ghosts of his former victims, even if he had believed in the existence of ghosts, which he clearly didn't. I couldn't blame him on that. I didn't believe in their existence either until I became one.

Of all the pretty girls at the Saturday night Halloween party, and there were many, Daniel decided to pick me up for another deadly romp. The man has consistent taste. Of course, I wasn't wearing a bra, knowing how much that appeals to him. I gave his roaming hands carte blanche with my body (after all, what did I care? I had moved on). He took advantage to the maximum amount allowed by law. Well, more than that, actually. Soon he was showing off my naked boobs to the entire party, and pushing off my dress, leaving me again in my red lace panties and nothing else. He did a puzzled double take. Did he actually remember my red lace panties?

Minerva rushed over to me. "What's the plan?"

"Don't ask me how I know this, but if I mumble these words when he ejaculates inside me, his cock and balls will freeze. The freeze will quickly spread to his whole body and when it reaches his heart -- "

"His heart will stop. It will be a massive coronary. He'll die," Minerva concluded. "What are the words?"

I whispered them to her.

"How do you know it'll work?"

"How do we know all the things we know about ghosts? The knowledge just shows up in our brains somehow."

Daniel shrugged off whatever pause my red laced panties may have caused, took me by the hand, and led me off to a bedroom. Once I was on the bed my panties quickly came off and being cooperative I spread my legs. Without foreplay nor fanfare, he entered me. I gasped. I wasn't sure if I would feel anything in my ghost state, this being my first posthumous fuck, and I also knew that this could only happen on Halloween. It turns out the sensations were just as marvelous as they were when I was alive! Who knew?

I had a lovely climax, and as Daniel was unloading his spunk inside me, I mumbled the fateful words. Daniel expressed surprise, his face contorting. His body stiffened. He tried to speak but only grunted. As I lay beneath him I felt his life force depart as the murdering bastard died. I rolled him off me and floated through the wall and then back to the afterlife. Minerva floated with me. Once there, I put my red lace panties back on. I really like them.

"I hope to God Daniel does not join us, wherever we are," Minerva said.

"I'm sure God has plans for Daniel to go someplace else."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right. Hey, are you ready to ascend?"

"Is that what happens next?" I asked. Minerva nodded. I smiled, and we floated up to the pearly gates. Saint Peter welcomed us with open arms. I was naked except for my red lace panties. St. Peter smiled. He too seemed to like my red lace panties. Who'da thought? Heaven promised to be a lot of fun!