Beginning: Halloween Short Story

During a one night stand, he was trying to make her climax when he saw one of her neck bones pierce through her skin. Blood spewed from the break in her neck, and dripped from her chin to her forehead. His body was horizontal, with only his legs resting on the bed. She was balancing on the hardwood floor on her head with her legs wrapped upward around his waist. Their pleasure was permanently ceased.

The police arrived at the seen while Chuck was still there, still somewhat naked. He had on only a robe, open in the front. Trying to remain calm and coherent while the officers investigated the scene was a mistake on Chuck’s behalf. Due to his rational statements, he appeared to lack sadness or any natural emotions for the death of his sex partner. Chuck was put in handcuffs and taken into the back of a patrol car. Chuck, out of manhood pride, still refused to allow any tears engulf his eyes. Only thoughts passed through Chuck’s head. It’s all my fault. No. Hold on it’s not. I let her pick that position, and I didn’t even like it. But she’s dead. Her last moments aren’t even going to be something her family wants to remember. I’m sure that from the beyond she despises her last moments…and me. I couldn’t even get her to orgasm before she died. Well, at least I got to. That’s better than nothing. At least I won’t hate her for dying.

Chuck faced murder trials for the proceeding six months. Amongst other evidence, a jury studied the report made by police from the night she died.

31 October 1959 11:14 P.M.

DOA (Dead on Arrival). Victim: Allison “Ally” Loveless; Female. Hair: Blonde. Eyes: Green. Ethnicity: White. Clothing: Cat ears, black and white bow tie, costume black cat tail, costume black and white suit cuffs. Cause of death: Broken neck as a result to sexual roughhousing.
Suspect: Charles “Chuck” Andrews; Male. Hair: Light Brown. Eyes: Hazel. Ethnicity: White. Clothing: Lady’s pink bathrobe, untied. Cause for suspicion: At crime scene upon arrival, expressed no remorse, implausible explanation of cause of death.

The jurors emerged from their discussion room with a unanimous verdict: guilty. Chuck was sentenced to serve one life term in prison, with a parole opportunity 15 years later. Four months and ten days into his sentence, Chuck was beaten to death by another inmate.



“And sometimes, they say, that Halloween night is the one night of the year where all of the ghouls, ghosts, and goblins may return from the Otherworld, and walk amongst ours again.” Jackson was just finishing a ghost story he was telling to his grandchildren and their friends on Halloween at their preschool.

“Why do they come back, Grandpa?” his grandson asked.

“Who knows?” Jackson was making his voice go up and down, up and down, to give an eerie affect to the story. “Maybe.” He took a long pause. Faces painted to look like fairies, vampires, and an assortment of animals all stared eagerly at Jackson, awaiting the grand finale of the story. “Maybe, they’re looking for YOU!” The children screamed, and Jackson roared with laughter slapping his inner thigh. A bell rang, and the children hollered with joy. On this day, it was time to go trick-or-treat.

As the kids dispersed the room with their moms and dads, Jackson spoke with their teacher. “Oh thank you so much for letting me visit today, sweetie.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Dad, the kids love you. They love your stories. And clearly the rest of the little ones do.”

“Yeah. They don’t know it, but their going through their most precious moments. I’m just so happy to be a part of it all. Thank you. You know I’m not like my brother, and I never was.”

“Dad, I know you’re not.”

“But they don’t. There are still some people with grudges you know.”

“Fuck ‘em.”

“Watch your language! There are children in the room.”

“Sleeping children. And believe you me, those kids go through worse than the F word at home. I know because they come in here singing obscenities like cunt, pussy, and bitch.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Jackson sighed, hurt knowing that at least half of the children he just shared a happy moment with were on their way home to be abused in one way or another. Some of them may already be being abused in their parents’ cars. “Why is the world so evil?”

“Dad, don’t ask me. Aren’t you supposed to be older and wiser, and teaching me these things?”

“It’s just tonight.”

“What about tonight? Nothing significant ever happened.”

“Nothing.”

“No, what?”

“Nothing. I’d best be getting home. You know I don’t want to miss those early birds.”

"Whatever you say dad. I'll be over tonight with the kids. Don't do anything too scary, okay?"

Jackson was already on his way out the door. "Oh yeah, sure. Nothing scary." Jackson smiled mischievously.

Confused and rolling her eyes, Miss Mindy cleaned the classroom and prepared to go home. She needed to get her own children ready for trick-or-treating. Because she was a teacher, however, they were never the early birds that Jackson had to rush off to.