Halloween Short Story: Ending

Jackson awoke on his bedroom floor feeling as if he’d been unconscious for days, though it wasn’t more than minutes. He had no recollection as to how he ended up on the floor, he could only vaguely remember a very pretty woman whom he did not recognize being in his house. He blinked his eyes several times until he could see clearly. He remained motionless on the floor, trying to recover from the dizziness.

“You fainted,” said a woman’s voice.

“Oh Mindy, darling, thank God!” Jackson exasperated.

“Mindy? Mindy! You’re cheating on me?” the voice shrilled.

Jackson shook so hard, it appeared as if a switch on his body had been turned on and set to vibrate.

“Let me show you then, just what you’re going to miss.” The faint woman rolled him over, and straddled his body. “How could you find someone new? How, Chuck? How?”

“I-I’m…n-n-not…Ch-Ch-Ch-Chuck,” Jackson stammered.

"Well then who is Chuck?" the woman replied.

"My brother!" Jackson yelled.

“How can you lie to me? You have no brother. Last time we were together you left me before I could even climax. Just promise me this time will be different.”

Jackson opened his mouth to speak.

“Shhhh,” the ghost hushed him, placing two fingers sensually over his lips.

She took off her furry black bra and panties, leaving only cat ears, a bow tie, a cat tail, and suit cuffs on her body.

Aroused now, or at least as aroused as a man of his years can be, Jackson laid back and accepted the ghost’s advances. He closed his eyes, and felt her untie his robe, and slip off his boxers. Her hair tickled his inner thighs; she stroked him gently. Then, in a teasing manner, she got up and walked off into the hallway and down the stairs. He followed eagerly.

Running after her now, she ran from him playfully. They merrily chased each other all around the downstairs of Jackson’s home. Jackson trapped her in the kitchen. She smiled innocently, and opened a drawer. She fingered over the miscellaneous cooking utensils until she found his Thanksgiving turkey carving knife. She pulled it out, and ran it across her breasts. She thrust her chest forward and let her eyes roll back in her head. She licked the sharp edge of the knife, eyes closed and lips luscious.

Jackson stepped closer to her, smiling like a virgin. Her eyes opened sharply, and glared at him. The once aroused expression on her face turned to fury. She slammed the kitchen drawer shut, and stomped towards him. Once again afraid, Jackson took a step back, and then another and another.

The ghost bolted at him, and chased him angrily now around the downstairs of his home. Jackson raced upstairs for his room. She was too swift for him. By the time he was at the top of the stairs, she was at his ankles. She dove for him, barely missing, but sliced the back of his left calf.

Jackson let out a scream as he fell to the floor. Bracing himself against the wall, he pulled himself to his feet, and hobbled towards his room. She scurried around him, and blocked the doorway. Jackson backed up against the wall opposite his room, and scooted sideways. The ghostly woman put hands on either side of him against the wall. Jackson ducked beneath her arms, and tried to run.

The woman let out a loud roar of amusement. Jackson made his escape in the wrong direction; he was stuck between her and the window at the end of the hallway. He inched closer to it, desperate with no where else to go.

She sexually lingered in closer to him, knife ready at hand. Finally, they were against the window pane. Jackson could feel the cold blade pressed into his neck, and her warm breasts pushed into his chest.

She removed the knife from his throat, and pulled herself into Jackson’s arms, forcing him to hold her. “I always loved you, Chuck.” She inserted him into her, and then threw both their bodies into the glass and out the window.


“Come on guys. We’re late for movies with Grandpa,” Mindy told her children as she hurried them up the walkway to his front door. The kids joyously shouted out “trick-or-treat” and rang the bell.

No answer.

“Louder guys. Louder,” Mindy said to the children with a smile. As instructed the kids shouted out as loud as they could, but still nothing.

“Dad?” Mindy called. “Dad!”

The house was as silent as death itself.

“Wait here,” she instructed her children, and then headed for the side of the house. As she approached the side, she could hear a woman moaning loudly, as if she were having sex. A man’s voice roared with pleasure.

Mindy wandered more into the dark side yard at her father’s home until she heard something crunch beneath her feet. She kneeled down to it, and touched the ground. Shards of glass, she wondered.

Worried about the glass outside of Jackson’s home, and fearing her kids would her the two people having sex, she got up to go get them. Just before she started walking away, she heard a woman distinctly scream, “Oh, Chuck!”

And in reply to her scream, she heard a man mutter, “Call me Jackson.”