She felt his heat before his hands. Breath burned at her neck. Cock hard against her ass. Bodies writhed under neon light, masks and feathers and bare skin everywhere. She rolled her hips back, heart pulsing with the bass, already wet and greedy for the night’s dangers. In the thick press of skin and shadow, his lips grazed her ear, teeth flashing. “I’ll get us drinks,” he promised, slipping from her grip and into the cro...

It was about two in the morning. I was having trouble sleeping because I kept having really weird dreams. Considering my very strange imagination, a dream has to be really out of the ordinary for me to consider it weird, but these dreams were definitely weird. Then Danny Boy appeared– not in my dream—but alongside my bed. He was standing well over two meters tall and glaring down at me. I could feel his eyes boring into m...

Every room in the house is lit. There are lights outside shining on the house. Even the trees are wound with lights so there are no shadows. My grandmother is totally nuts about Halloween. And no, I don’t mean that she gets everything decorated and hands out candy to all the mini-extortionists who jubilantly cry out, “Trick or Treat!” She leaves that to me, standing with a small table at the end of the walkway so the litt...

“...after suffering debilitating abdominal pains for a week, Harry Houdini, world-famous magician and escape artist, is reported to have died this evening in a Detroit hospital.” The radio news bulletin sent a shiver up Daphne Davenport’s spine inside her strapless linen pharaoh tunic. “Houdini died tonight?” she repeated, shaking her black bobbed hair and blinking her aquamarine-lidded eyes. “That’s one escape he didn’t...

Halloween fell on Friday that year. The weather had been unseasonably cold, and the weather reports hinted that there was the possibility of snow, but it was not until late that night. Gwen had texted Patti to ask if they could postpone the dinner. She didn't want to come over and have to walk back to the dorm in the dark in a snowstorm. Patti offered to let Gwen stay the night or the entire weekend if it did happen to sn...

John has the best Halloween parties ever. I attended the first one of his parties ten years ago. I’m not on the guest list, never have been, but no one knows that. There are always a lot of party crashers at John’s Halloween parties. Part of the thrill of John’s parties is that everyone is totally anonymous. Many years ago such masked parties were quite the rage, but modern costumes and disguises are so much better. In fa...

The Karodang house has been on the side of the hill... forever. There are some old frontier pictures of great-great-great-grandma’s sod house from when they first settled their farm and the old stone house is in the background sticking out of “Granite Hill” as the locals call it. Some people from the state university came down and dug around a little both inside and outside of Karodang. There only conclusion was, “It’s ol...

It’s strange how life brings you back to places you thought you’d outgrown. I hadn’t planned on returning to my hometown, not after spending ten years carving out a life far away, one I thought was solid. But life doesn’t care about your plans. And when everything fell apart, my job, my marriage, there was nowhere else to go. I stared up at the house, my fingers tightening on the cold metal of the keys. It was big. Bigger...

Ghouls crawl; ghosts hover; the graveyard gates creak as they open. It is Halloween, the essence of the dead, now alive and released. On the local park bench, a tongue brushes a nipple. Fingers claw, urgent touches; feverish kisses. His cock plunges her depths, a groan; their hot panting breath fills the air. She screams her orgasm complete. No, it’s a ghostly apparition. A ghoul grabs them, their bodies ridged with frigh...

Belinda Barnotti, known to her friends as BB, stood at the entrance to the Witch Hill Nunnery Museum silently debating with herself. She was almost a Doctor of Anthropology. All that was left for her to gain her PhD was to complete her thesis. Then she had to make a name for herself by turning that thesis into a book. That would make her a well-known anthropologist. Well-known anthropologists get teaching jobs in prestigi...