There is one holiday I like more than any other. Halloween. The fun of decorating your yard, kids running around collecting candy and wearing costumes is better than the other holiday with that fat guy wearing red. You can wear something stupid or something scary as hell. The more realistic the better.
This year no one can beat my costume when it comes to the absolute realism of it. Even the flesh on my face would cause a Hollywood special effects artist to vomit. Yep, I got best costume this year and I’m going to use it to scare the hell out of people. The biggest and best party this year is at a large house outside of town. All my friends will be there.
It should really be a happy occasion for me because I really love Halloween. But this year it is more about righting a wrong than the holiday. Last year I was betrayed. I understand now it wasn’t meant to happen, but it did. I shouldn’t have been where I was. And the people responsible for it have lived happily since. That is until now. What they didn’t count on was me coming back.
Since the life insurance paid out they quit their jobs and moved into party central. It’s nice when a murder can cause so much happiness. Now a more than year later I’m here to say hello ... and goodbye.
The Halloween Bash, as it has come to be, is expected to be heavily attended. All sorts of people are expected to be attend.
There is no need to go into detail about how we got to this point. It’s pointless. I have a job to do and after it’s done, I’ll get to rest. For now, that’s all you need to know.
Both were schmoozing their guests. Air kisses were flying among the woman and fist bumps among the men. They noticed me watching them. She had a look on her face like a ghost just shit in her pool. By the time she got his attention I had already moved out of sight.
The outside was nice place. Money well spent. The serenity of places like this forces some old memories to the surface, but remembering my past only brings me pain. The future is what drives me now. The future is all that matters. Not for me though. In order to save one, two must suffer.
She might be sad at first but a little pain would be necessary to ensure her long term happiness. Time was running short. I only have until midnight. The party was really jumping. The music was loud and the booze was flowing. It was time.
Walking back into the house many complimented me on my makeup. Most were shocked when I told them I wasn’t wearing any. Then the sound of my voice reminded them of someone they used to know. I’m also sure I smelled pretty ripe. The costume they thought I was wearing was seen clearly now as the clothes of a dead man!
Within moments the house grew quiet. The party ended as everyone stood back not believing their eyes. How could a dead man be standing in front of them? The host and hostess came in the main room asking what the problem was. No one spoke but their eyes pointed to a truly gruesome looking figure in the center of the room.
Melissa looked into my eyes not wanting to believe the man who was once her husband was there. Eyes wide in horror she released a horrible scream. Words of “How? “It can’t be!” “This is impossible!” flowed from her mouth. She froze in place not knowing what to do. Actually how could anyone know what to do in a situation like this?
About that time Michael’s alcohol fueled brain made the realization that his former best friend crashed his Halloween Bash. His eyes matched those of my former wife. However he was not stricken with the inability to act. Thinking quick on his feet was something I always admired about him. Ever since grade school he DID! He thought quickly on his feet and acted without conscious before or after.
That is why I’m here tonight. And act he did. He pulled a pistol out from his costume and fired two shots into my chest. When I didn’t fall he unloaded two more rounds. I just looked at him and smiled, “Not like last time huh Mike? Last year when I caught you and Melissa in bed together you didn’t hesitate did you? And with the same pistol yet.”
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