Act 1: Halloween Night

“Who ever heard of one-hundred-degree temperatures in October?” I asked no one in particular. It was Halloween and I’d decked out my front yard like a graveyard. I had skeletons digging up graves and mummies performing autopsies.

Me? I was dressed in a white lab coat, stained with blood sitting on the back deck of a rented hearse, giving out candy to all the good little boils, and ghouls that came begging. I’d just given away my last Chocolate Chip Rice Crispy Treat and was digging in a body bag.

I scooped more candy, lollipops, and candy-coated raisins, into a stainless steel chaffing dish When a sultry voice behind me huffed out, “Trick or Treat, Mr. Coroner,” I turned to see a group of Witches and Vampires standing at the edge of my lawn, smiling at me.

There was an Elvira a Vampira a Vampirella, and a Wicked Witch of the West, but her skin wasn’t green. It was Wicked that caught my eye more than the others. I know you’re thinking that’s nuts, but hear me out.

Sure, she had the big pointy black hat, but she was wearing a skintight strapless black dress with a slit up the side that was so high I could tell she wasn’t wearing panties. The only thing between her naked body and the hot night air was that thin dress.

Her chest wasn’t all that large, but she had a set of hips made to be gripped tight when you bent her over. She had long black hair and her lips were colored blood red. She was the leader of the group. She stepped forward and held out a black silk pillowcase.

I held out the chaffing dish and babbled, “Help yourself.” Her cronies went first and Wicked stepped up last. It was no surprise that they emptied my pan between them. “Happy Halloween Ladies,” Wicked caught me staring at her.

“Maybe you wanted a trick instead?” she asked in that wonderfully sultry voice. She was milking it for all it was worth. She sidled up to me and brushed her bare hip against my leg. “Happy Halloween,” she said as she grabbed my hand and laid it on her ass.

“Wow!” I gasped. The rest of the coven began laughing. “Nice ... Umm, trick?” I stammered.

She stepped away quickly and my hand was empty again. I felt at a loss. Then Wicked leaned over and whispered to me. “If you liked that,” she began. “Be out here at midnight, and I’ll turn that trick into a treat for you,” I flushed. I hoped she was suggesting what I thought she was suggesting.

“I’ll be waiting,” I said dumbly, as they walked down the street. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When they were out of sight, I refilled the chaffing dish and took a deep breath. Once again the parade of trolls and trollops marched by begging for sweets.

By eleven, the beggars had stopped coming. So I went inside, freshened up a bit, and returned with a cooler full of beer. Maybe they’d all come back and it would be a party. Yeah, I pushed that thought away. An orgy wasn’t in the cards.

My yard was still lit up and “Deadman’s Party” was playing for the one-thousandth time. I just finished my beer when I saw Wicked walking down the street toward my house. I stood from the back of the hearse and stepped out to meet her.

In her heels, she was as tall as me. Her face was bright and she had an enchanting smile. As she approached I caught a scent I hadn’t smelled on her before. She must have gone home and freshened herself. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes.

“Smell something you like?” she asked. I don’t know if her low throaty way of talking was an effect or her natural voice, but I liked it. Do you want ASMR? That’s a good trigger. “It’s Black Opium,” she stated. I guessed it was a reference to her perfume.