Tricks & Terror on Halloween Night

All characters depicted are 18 years or older.

Halloween Night

'Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.' Lucas thought to himself. He had just walked up the driveway into the fenced backyard of his apartment. Autumn had arrived, and with that the browning tree leaves that dotted the background began to float softly onto the lawn. Standing near the backdoor, he noticed the mock yellow crime scene tape decorated the window.

It had become somewhat of a tradition for Lucas and his roommates to spend Halloween night watching crappy 80s movies and occasionally smoking weed together. They would decorate the home and have a bowl of candy nearby in case some trick or treaters knocked on their door. Which almost never happened these days, so they would end up just eating the candy themselves. Ithaca was a small town; after all, there wasn't much of a nightlife in the city. At this time of year, upstate New York got colder more so than in other parts of the country. And not many parents went trick or treating with their kids any more, which is a shame.

Lucas could remember the old days when neighbors knew and trusted each other. Small children would go out in their adorable little costumes, knocking on a neighbor's door for treats. Or pulling pranks on them instead (lol). But those days were gone; the neighborhood just wasn't the same anymore. And now Lucas was in his early 20s, living on his own in a house with two other young guys attending the same small community college in town. The world had changed so quickly from when he was younger.

Initially, his parents had been disappointed that he hadn't chosen to go to a more prestigious university. He certainly had the grades coming for it, but the cost of attendance was completely unjustifiable. At a time when A. I. was killing more jobs by the day, the future looked uncertain. So for now, he was content to take a few courses and work part-time bartending until he could decide what his future was going to look like.

At least he was able to earn decent tips in no small part because of his good looks. Lucas was the typical slim 20-something with short dirty blonde hair and a captivating smile. His eyes were lapis lazuli blue and as deep as the ocean. If you didn't know him, you would've thought he was a typical California surfer boy without the spray tan. A very sociable man of his, unusual for his generation.

Anyway, as the sun was dipping into the horizon, Lucas had just gotten home from working a shift at the local bar. His roommates Manny and Dom typically had the house decorated with carved pumpkins, electric candles, and bongs that glow in the dark. And this year was no different. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen from the backyard, he could smell the aroma of buttery popcorn in the air mixed with something else. The kitchen was still warm from the cooking.

"Guys?!"

"Yo, Luke, in here!" One of his roommates responded.

Lucas peered through the kitchen doorway to see Manny's dark head of hair reflecting the light of the TV. He was sitting on the couch smoking a joint and eating popcorn from a bowl. The original Freddie Krueger movie was playing on the big screen. A twelve-pack of beers was lying on the floor next to the couch. Lucas wrestled a can from the plastic rings and plopped down on the couch next to Manny.

"Sweet. Where's Dom? He's not home yet?" Luke asked, pulling back the tap on his beer can.

Manny took a drag of his joint. Cough, cough "Nah man, he's still working on a class project or essay; I don't fucking remember." Manny took another puff and exhaled a billow of smoke. "He'll be back later tonight."

"You gotta stop smoking so much of that shit."

Manny lifts his weed stick above his head and declares, "You can pry it from my COLD DEAD HANDS!"

Lucas laughed, "Fuck me. Whatever, bro."

He took a couple sips from the can, his eyes glued to the screen. The sexy bathtub scene of the movie was playing. Lucas could feel a stiffening in his pants.

"Tina or Heather?" he asked.

Manny chuckled, "Definitely Heather."

"Dude, if she screams in bed, you'll be deaf for a week."

"Worth it." Manny grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth when the woman in question let out a frightened scream as Freddie Krueger appeared out of nowhere. The pitch and volume were enough to give me a headache. Manny squeezed his eyes shut in pain.

"Jesus. On second thought,"

Lucas burst out laughing. "Yeah, man, you better just go with Tina inste--"

Suddenly a cellphone started ringing. Both men felt around for their phones in their pants pockets.

"Nah, it's mine." He looked at the cracked screen to realize his mother was calling him.

Lucas got up from the couch and quickly walked through the kitchen door to the backyard. The setting sun had dimmed to a golden orange glow in the sky. A few folded-up chairs were set up on the grass.

He took a seat. "Hi Mom."

"Hi sweetie, are you home?" She asked.

Lucas could hear children playing in the background. "Yes, I'm home. How are you?"

"I'm doing good. Hold on, a minute--" After a brief second, she continued, "Okay, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you. Are you volunteering at the hospital?" Lucas asked. His mother would visit sick kids in the hospital and play with them. It kept their spirits up when their parents or siblings couldn't be there. She started volunteering there a couple months after Luke moved out. I guess being an empty nester, she needed something to do.

"Not now. The reason why I called is that Mrs. Zeina offered to host a little costume party for the kids in the neighborhood. Her house is huge, so some of the parents and I spent the day decorating."

"Awesome, sounds like fun."

"No, it was actually a lot of work. You should see this place; we put up a lot of Halloween stuff. It is going to be a hassle to clean all of this up when we're done tonight."

"Okay, I can come over tomorrow and help out. It would be nice to see Mrs. Zeina again," Lucas said, trying to think of the last time he had talked with her or her daughter. It had been a while; school and work took up most of his day.

"Well, the thing is Mrs. Zeina needs help keeping an eye on the kids. And taking all of this stuff down tonight." His mother said.

"Why? Aren't the parents with them?" Lucas asked, masking his frustration as best he could. He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling another headache coming on.

"There are a lot of kids here, and some of the parents work at the hospital. They could get called in at the last minute. Mrs. Zeina says she can handle it, but she is getting up there in age, Lucas."

Well, that's just fantastic! A night of corralling a bunch of sugared-up booger eaters to keep them from walking into an oven. Need less to say, Lucas was not enthused about the prospect, but his mom had asked him so...

"Sure, send me the address again. I'll just take a shower and head over." He said

"Okay. I will do that now. Be safe on the road, son. Oh, I almost forgot. Zeina got you a costume, so don't worry about dressing up or anything. See you soon, bye." And with that, she hung up before she could explain herself.

'I have to wear a fucking costume now!' He thought to himself. Lucas chugged the rest of his beer as he stood and returned to the house to get changed for tonight. This was going to be a long night.

***

Mrs. Zeina's House

It was around eight o'clock at night when Lucas turned the corner and drove into the Cul-de-sac. Most of the High Victorian houses in this part of the county were three stories. The elegant architectural design of these homes reminded him of Hogwarts from the Harry Potter books. Driving down the street, he noticed that none of the houses were decorated this year. Lucas figured they must have planned on having Mrs. Zeina babysit in advance.

It didn't take him long to find the right house. On the left end of the Cul-de-sac, her home was lit up and decorated from top to bottom. The front lawn, which was perfectly trimmed, was dotted with fake head stones. An inflatable Casper, the friendly ghost, swayed back and forth on the grass. Spider webs ran along the stairs and hung from the porch pillars. Carved pumpkins with lit candles inside them emitting a spooky glow. He looked up to see a crime scene tape in the front window. Lucas could hear the familiar sounds of kids laughing and playing from the driveway.

He pulled up close to the house behind another car and killed the engine. His time working at a bar had helped him develop his social skills. He wasn't one to have social anxiety except around children. The thought of becoming a parent always gave him hives. Aside from the responsibility of raising a kid, children tended to just annoy the shit of him with their stupid antics.

Lucas reached into his backpack on the passenger seat for the yellow bottle of Xanax that he kept with him. He popped one of the white pills into his mouth and washed it down with a couple gulps of beer. The prescription label warned against combining Xanax and alcohol, but... fuck it!

He stepped out of the vehicle dressed in his cotton blue plaid shirt underneath a grey hood, dark blue jeans with black Converse chucks. Apart from the street lights, the full moon shone bright in the night sky. Lucas walked up the driveway to the backyard, hoping to avoid the little tykes for just a while longer.

Past the wooden fence, Luke walked up the stairs, which led into the kitchen. It seemed all the children were playing in the living room. He knocked a few times; hopefully one of the adults was nearby. He couldn't see past the blinds. The backwoods in the moonlight were incredibly spooky, especially at this time of year.

The sound of footsteps approached the door, getting louder with each thump. The knob turned and the door swung open. A gust of warm air enveloped him, bringing some relief from the evening chill. With it, the smell of sweet cinnamon, mint, and chocolate filled his nostrils.

"Luke?" The feminine voice was both silky smooth and somewhat gruff with age.

He smiled. "It's good to see you again, Mrs. Zeina."

"It's good to see you too. Come inside; it's cold out there." Mrs. Zeina gestured for him to follow her.

Luke stepped inside and closed the door. The kitchen was well lit, so his eyes need a chance to adjust. Children were in the living room watching a PG-13 movie and eating candy.

"Mom said that you need help with the kids. I brought some--wait, what are you wearing?!" He laughed as soon as he saw her in the light.

Mrs. Zeina apparently had gotten into the Halloween spirit herself. She was leaning against the island granite countertop, wearing what looked to be a cheetah onesie. The feet of the costume were made to look like paws. Cheetah spots were dotted all the way up and down the length of the suit in the appropriate places. The cat-like ears were attached to the hoodie, along with the eyes and nose. She even had her face painted in a similar fashion.

She was puzzled by his amusement. "What do you mean? It's a costume."

"And who are you supposed to be exactly?" Luke asked while unzipping his hoodie.

"I'm supposed to be Charlie Cheetah." She replied, waving a hand over her outfit as if it should have been obvious.

"Charlie Cheetah? From the kid's cartoon show? I guess that makes sense."

"Of course it does. Your costume is upstairs in the guest room. It's just a little get-up I put together."

"Do I have to?"

The woman raised an eyebrow and shot her best 'yes, you do look' at the younger fellow.

Luke took the hint, "Fine."

"Good,"

From the living room came the sound of a small child crying. Zeina looked over from the kitchen doorway to see a man dressed in a Dracula costume holding the toddler.

"Hey Zeina, where is the bathroom? I think Kyle had a little accident. Oh! Hey, Lucas."

Luke recognized him right away. "Hi, Mr. Paris, how are you?"

"Everything is going well. Just call me Richard; you're not a kid anymore after all." Mr. Paris said with a smile. The whole little Kyle was crying softly.

"The bathroom down the hall on the right." Mrs. Zeina pointed him in that direction.

"Okay, great. I'll be right back. Nice to see you again, Luke."

And with that, Father and Son were off to the restroom. Mrs. Zeina walked back to the oven to retrieve the cookies.

"So Luke," she said, while bent over at the waist. "How are your studies going? You're working hard, I presume."

He didn't answer right away, his mind being occupied by the ample and rotund backside stretching the fluffy cheetah fabric to its limits. A faux tail was dangling between the two thick mounds of ass cheeks. As she lifted the cookies out of the oven, the muscle in one cheek flexed and rippled in conjunction with the other. She shifted her weight from one hip to the next, causing a little ripple in her left buttocks.

"Um, yeah, I have been studying pretty hard. A little too hard , sometimes." He felt his cock starting to stir in his pants.

When she turned around, he quickly changed the subject. "So where is the costume? I should really get dressed."

"Yes, it is in the guest room just upstairs. You'll find it." She smiled.

"Great, I'll be back in a few minutes."

The living room lights were dim, as the children were watching the film "Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit." Luke walked around the sofa toward the stairs. A few kids were on the steps eating candy.

"Excuse me," he said as he walked the first steps. A little scooched over and waved hello toward him. Luke returned the gesture and made his way to the second floor.

"Hey Lucas," at the top of the stairs, a group of teenagers were scrolling on their phones.

"Okay, so, we have Iron-man, a cheerleader, and a... cucumber?"

"I'm She-Hulk, obviously." A raven-haired girl wearing a skirt suit with green paint on her body took time from playing on her phone to shoot him a dirty look.

"Yeah, that's what I said, a cucumber."

Iron Man and the cheerleader started chuckling, which only served to piss little Ms. She-Hulk off even further.

"Oh haha, eat a dick." She said, flipping the bird to Lucas.

He just smiled and walked off to the guest room.

***

Mrs. Zeina and her husband had moved to the US from the Middle East a few decades ago. Both of them were pursuing careers in technology and communications when they met and fell in love. She had wanted to return home after her contract was terminated, but in the end she decided to stay in America for good.

A decade or so into the marriage, they had two daughters, a house, and a white picket fence. Life was going fairly well, but then tragedy struck. Her husband had been working late to about seven in the evening. He had called ahead to tell her that he was going to be late, and then... he never returned home.

The next morning Mrs. Zeina called his cellphone with no response at all. She called his employer to ask if he was still at the office. When several more hours passed and he didn't show, she called the police. The cops searched for his car, they tried to track his phone, and they even put out alerts for a missing person with the State Troopers. Nothing. Eventually, his face was plastered on the evening news. Mrs. Zeina called any family he had in America and overseas, praying that someone heard something. It was as if he just vanished into thin air.

They were devastating. As the days turn into months and then years, they began to accept the possibility that he was just gone.

Some in the neighborhood suspected foul play on her part. It was nuts to think such a thing, but the idea of a guy just vanishing in an era of Ring doorbell cameras, smart phones, and license plate readers was truly bizarre.

Her family managed to pull together and endure the tough times. Having one less breadwinner was difficult, but they pulled through. Eventually, his life insurance policy kicked in, and a payment was issued to her. She used the substantial payout to move her two daughters to the Cul-de-sac, hoping this would give them a fresh start in a new place.

Of course, the rumors still remain...

***

'You got to be shitting me. I look fucking stupid. ' Luke thought to himself.

He was standing in front of a full-length mirror attached to the closet door. The costume consisted of a pair of mouse ears, nose, and teeth fixed to a hat that was on his head. He even had a furry little tail clipped to his pants.

"Fuck me," he said out loud. "Alright, let's get this over with."

He walked out of the guest room and proceeded toward the stairs. Little Ms. She-Hulk took notice and pointed at him.

"Oh my God! You look so stupid!" She burst out laughing. Her friends joined in, and one of them tried to take a picture.

Luke raised his hands, trying to block the camera. "Piss off." He said as he made his way down the stairs.

The whole night was a slog; Luke did his best to help Mr. Paris... or Richard keep the little brats in line. He wiped a few snotty noses and broke up a few toddler arguments over candy and whose costume is the coolest. One kid, dressed as the cookie monster, vomited on the wooden floor, so Lucas had to clean that up. Richard was a big help in keeping some of the ten-year-olds busy with a magic show. Apparently, he knew a few tricks from watching YouTube or something. All the while, Mrs. Zeina was baking cookies.

A few times, Luke was able to sneak off and have a few drinks of beer with Richard while the kids were quiet. Richard was in his early 40s, still young enough to remember college, so the two of them mostly chatted over that. He asked Luke about his career plans and gave him some advice. Luke asked him about parenting and how he managed it.

Richard took a quick glance around, making sure no one was in earshot of their conversation, and said, "I have a stash of gummies in my bag. It takes the edge." He winked.

Lucas laughed. "Nice! I'll keep that in mind."

Around ten o'clock, the parents started to arrive at the house and collect their kids. Some of them were still wearing their nurse's uniforms when they showed up at the door. The teens had long gone back to their homes. As the last few children were heading out the door, Richard grabbed his son, who was fast asleep, and took his leave.

"See you guys," he whispered.

Luke waved them both farewell and closed the door. "Phew." He turned to see Mrs. Zeina taking down some of the decorations and placing them in a box.

"Luke here. Take this down to the basement for me, please." Zeina held out the box to him.

"Sure." He grabbed hold of the box, trying not to stare at her chest. She had unzipped the top portion of it down to her collarbone, exposing a bit of cleavage.

"I'm going to take this costume off. You can put that on the shelf downstairs." She turned to leave.

"Okay, got it." He said, taking the chance to ogle her backside.

Luke took the box downstairs into the basement, placing it on the shelf next to a painted portrait of a Mediterranean seaside cliff. It seemed out of place to him; the basement was bare except for a few rocking chairs, the washer, the dryer, and a small ottoman. He leaned in to read the inscription at the bottom, but it was in Arabic. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a seam underneath the frame.

He carefully lifted the portrait to discover a hidden liquor cabinet with several bottles lined up in three rows. "Hell yeah, Jackpot."

Grey Goose, Jack Daniels, Rum, and an unusual-looking bottle in the upper right corner. He grabbed the obsidian-colored glass bottle and uncorked it. He took a whiff and recoiled a bit. This stuff was strong. He didn't recognize the name; it must have been an Arabic brand. Luke scanned his surroundings to make sure no one was around and took a healthy sip of the liquor.

Cough, cough "Holy shit, that's good." He said in a hush tone. After he went for a second sip, he took another look at the bottle and was able to read the name of the brand.

He sounded the words out, "Qu'il y ait des seins." It didn't sound like any brand name he had heard of before.

He placed the bottle back in the cabinet and slid the portrait down when he noticed the lights of the basement were getting brighter. He looked up to see the bulb crackling, the buzzing noise getting louder until the bulb suddenly burst. Luke jumped back to avoid the glass. One bulb after the other burst until the basement went dark except for the light emanating from the doorway.

"What the fuck?" Lucas was a little shaken. Reaching into his pocket, he turned on his cellphone's flashlight and looked around the basement. It was quiet.

"Okay, that was weird."

He was just about to head upstairs when he noticed that the portrait was different. The Mediterranean cliff was still there, but there was a figure standing at the edge with her hands behind her back. She was looking down. Lucas looked down as well to see a man falling to the rocky waters below.

His first thoughts were, 'This is a prank. This has to be a prank.'

Then he heard the basement door slam shut. He quickly turned around, his heart pounding and his palms starting to sweat. Now it was completely dark.

"Hello! Zeina!" He was met with only silence. "Fuck."

Slowly, Luke made his way up the stairs and opened the door. The kitchen was pitch black. Whatever warmth had been there from baking cookies was replaced by a deep chill that was seeping into his skin. He inspected the kitchen and found nothing out of the ordinary except... what is that?

Looking out of the window, he noticed a eerie green glow hovering just above the grass. Luke had no idea what to make of this. All he knew was that it probably wasn't a good idea to go outside.

A sound in the living room drew his attention away from the backyard. He turned to see the big-screen TV displaying static. He casually walked forward into the room and checked his surroundings. Suddenly the TV changed channels to ESPN, then Bravo, then the news; it kept switching from one channel to the next. Luke was starting to freak out when he spotted the remote on the counter. One of the buttons was moving up and down on its own, as if being pressed by some invisible force.

Then it stopped; the Wallace & Gromit movie was playing as it had been before. It was playing the scene when the Were-Rabbit showed itself. Instead of the big cuddly rabbit, what appeared was a gnarly-looking creature. It was just as big but menacing and twisted. The main protagonist froze in sheer terror, and then the monster spoke and said, "Were you expecting someone else? Ha ha ha ha!"

With that, the TV movie froze. Lucas looked; he wasn't amused. "Okay, very funny. The prank is over. Come out now!"

"As you wish."

Lucas turned toward the voice with his flashlight only to find Mrs. Zeina standing just out of sight. She was still wearing her cheetah onesie.

"Mrs. Zeina, are you okay?" He asked, still shaken up. The woman smirked. Her honey brown eyes glowed unnaturally bright and appeared more feline than human.

"Oh, Luke," she said, taking a step closer toward him. The phone light revealed more of her features as she walked. "You fucked up."

That had taken him aback. Luke had never heard Mrs. Zeina curse before. He just stood there frozen.

"You took something that wasn't yours." She said, taking another step forward.

Lucas noticed that the footpaws had claws in them, and they looked real. "I don't know what you mean." He took a step toward the stairs.

"Yes, you do." She took another step forward. "The thing you took is in your belly." As she said, a sharp-looking claw emerged from her hand's paw. She placed her hand on the wall as she approached and sliced into the plaster. "I'm afraid I'll have to cut it out of you." A wicked smile appeared on her face.

The only thing he could think to say was, "Please, I can buy you another bottle."

Mrs. Zeina let out a demonic laugh that was both high and low pitch. Luke made a run for it up the stairs with Zeina following close behind. He was able to make it onto the second floor when she caught his foot with her hand; he fell forward. He quickly regained his composure and turned around to see Zeina crawling on all fours toward him. Her onsie was unzipped down to the torso, leaving her bountiful breast hanging under her own weight.

Luke crawled backward until he regained his footing and ran down the dark hallway with Zeina in pursuit. He reached the guest room, opened the door, and shut it. Luke managed to lock it and braced himself. But then... nothing. Several seconds had gone by and nothing happened. It was dark; he reached for his phone and realized he must have dropped in the chase. What the hell happened to Mrs. Zeina?

Lucas sat down on the bed across from the door, breathing hard. "Fuck!"

"Tch, tch, tch, such foul language."

Luke bolted up right to see Mrs. Zeina standing in front of the door. How did she get in?! She walked toward him on the bed.

"Wait, wait, I'm sorry!" He begged.

"It's too late for that, sweetie." She grabbed his ankles and pulled him toward the edge. With one paw, she grabbed his jeans and yanked off. With the other, she sliced his shirt down the middle. She crawled on top of him and pointed a clawed finger down onto his stomach.

Feeling claw poking into skin, Luke put a hand out to push her off. It landed square on her right breast. Zeina paused her assault, glancing at his arm. He squeezed her breast through the outfit. Zeina moaned softly in the same high/low pitch as before. Luke couldn't believe what was happening but decided to go with it. He placed another hand on her other breast and squeezed.

"Oh, Luke." She purred.

He decide to take the lead and undid her zipper down to her waist. Luke raised himself up onto his elbows and helped her out of the costume. She had gained a bit of weight since Luke had last seen her, but it look so good. He ran a hand down her chest, through the valley between her enormous breasts and toward her abdomen.

She giggled, straddling my hips and asked in her demonic voice, "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes." he grabbed both of her tits and started fondling them. She purred under his touch, which was so erotic.

Lucas took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked on while gently gnawing on the tip with his teeth. She placed a hand on the back of his head. He switch from nipple to the next. She grabbed his hair, pulled his head back and kissed him. Luke pulled her down on top of him as they made out on the bed. She tasted of mint chocolate which he found to be intoxicating.

After several minutes of hot kissing, Luke rolled her onto her back, and kissed her on the neck, working his way down to her stomach. He gripped the helm of her panties, pulling them down her thick legs. Luke place his head at her crouch and started eating her out with abandon. She moaned louder from deep within, as he made meal of her pussy. Whilst sucking on her clit, he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed harder this time.

Mrs. Zeina looked down at him, her eyes glazed over with lust. She ran her fingers through his hair as he continued worming his tongue into her pussy.

"Shit, Luke. Oh, fuck!'

Seeing this Mrs. Zeina like this had Luke's big dick standing at attention. He couldn't take it anymore. Lucas withdrew his head from his between her legs, placed his throbbing cock against labia and pushed himself inside her. Zeina arched her back as he entered her, inch by inch.

"Shit!" It took all of his energy not but a nut right then and there. Her insides were so warm and tight, Luke could feel his balls starting to tingle. Once he had settled, Luke withdrew his cock to the tip and then plunged back inside of her. Zeina twitched and gasped at the assault, her large breasts bouncing from impact. He repeated that motion again and again, fucking her with long deep strokes.

"Oh! Ah! Fuck! Gawd--Ah!" Zeina wrapped her legs around his waist, as he fucked her. The subtle encouragement gave him permission to increase the speed and force of his thrusts. He was fucking her harder and deeper than before.

"Fuck yeah. You like this big dick, don't you." He asked.

"Hmnphf! Fuck! Yes! Ah! Harder!" She cried.

Lucas slowed to a stop, leaving her confused for a second. He grabbed by the hips and spun her around with ass propped up in the air. Lucas planted a kiss on both of her ass cheeks before smacking each one. Zeina squealed in pain and delight. It had been a long time since anyone had done that to her. He spread her legs apart, and stuffed his cock back into her. With one last smack on her tush, he started fucking her harder than ever. Each thrust of his hips against hers, caused her ass cheeks to jiggle wildly. The sounds and smells of sex filled the air. Zeina moaned so loudly that Luke was worried the neighbors would hear them. She kept repeating the same thing.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Zeina cried one last time before she climaxed, squirting vaginal juices onto the bed, as well as Luke. Her vaginal walls pulsed around his cock, practically yanking the jizz out of him. He slammed his cock inside of her one last time before blowing his load in her pussy. He must have fired off 4 or 5 volleys, before he dropped down next to her.

They both laid there breathing hard. Zeina turned her head to look at him and kissed him on the cheek, "I guess I can forgive you just this once."

Luke smiled from ear to ear, happy to know that this little cat and mouse game was over.