“Hey move it!” The sound of a car horn jerked Tom Kitchers attention to the green light in front of him. He stepped on the gas and slowly drove his black Tacoma forward. As soon as there was space a zombie driving a white lifted F-150 swerved around him and flashed the bird. Tom shook his head. He’d had to work late preparing spreadsheets to go in the month end reports. Even though it was a Saturday and he was supposed to be off, his boss at Jahvid Gren and Ellis LLP insisted on his staying . He checked the clock, almost seven. He brushed his tousled light brown hair out of his eyes as he drove towards Terria Mesa and home. Most of the homes along the Mesa were beautifully decorated for Halloween. With large blown up cats, fake graveyards, boiling cauldrons with smoke machines, spider webs, goblins and ghouls, the Mesa was one of the prime trick-or-treat zones in all of San Diego. His was one of the few houses that remained undecorated until the last minute.

Not wanting to get toilet papered, he’d stopped by the big Halloween warehouse and purchased a couple of decorations. Some sticky pumpkins, cat and bat shapes for the windows by the front door, a headstone that read “M. T. Tomb” and a couple plastic light-up pumpkins. Tom felt it was half an effort but something was better than nothing. He’d gotten some bulk bags of candy for the hordes of trick-or-treaters that would come by.

Tom lived in a quaint house in the northern corner of the dead end on Oren Ct and he was in no hurry. Evelyn would be home and angry about something. Their marriage of three years was slowly falling apart. They rarely had sex anymore and it always felt perfunctory. He highly suspected her of cheating on him. He cringed at the self pity that stabbed his heart when ever he thought about it. Between home and the stress at his job he was being torn apart.

As he pulled into the driveway he saw elderly Mrs. Hartog walking towards him on the side sidewalk. His window was rolled up and he waved congenially but she started rushing towards him with a smile on her face and he knew he’d have to talk to her. As she came hurrying up the grey poof of hair on hair head barely moved, even with a light autumn breeze. Her teeth looked very white against her too red lipstick. She kept her body in good shape and Tom couldn’t see any pudge through her solid black track suit.

“Evening Mr. Kitcher.” Mrs Hartog said as Tom rolled his window down.

“Good evening.” Tom replied. He tried hard to look exhausted to hurry the conversation but he didn’t have to try very hard. Deep dark pockets had formed under his eyes and his face held a sallow sheen from staring at a computer screen all day.

“How is everything? At the home I mean. I’ve been hearing a lot of… noises you know. Yelling. Coming from your house.” She tilted her head and said “I live just over there Tom,” she pointed across her body to the house on his left. ” Look if things aren’t alright just say something. I know it’s none of my business what goes on between you and your wife but I just want the best for two young people, especially as attractive as yourselves. If you need to talk fell free to call me OK?”

“Well, when things are good they’re really good and when they’re bad they’re really bad. Thanks for your concern Billye. I’ll think of that.” Tom felt dead as he said it but he desperately wanted to mean it. Mrs. Hartog looked sincere enough. She smiled back at him.

“Well, it’s good to see that you finally got in the holiday spirit.” She said looking in the cab at the decorations. ” I’ll see you around Tom. Don’t be a stranger.” And then she continue her walk down to the end of the cul de sac.

Tom sighed and pulled into the garage. As the garage door was grinding closed he saw Evelyn, silhouetted in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the frame with her legs and arms crossed. She didn’t say anything as Tom got out of the car. He walked towards her holding his briefcase.

“Hey babe. I got some things for the yard.” He leaned in to give her a kiss but she turned away and walked inside.

“There’s some cold spaghetti on the table for you.” Evelyn said flatly. Without another word she walked into the living room and turned on the TV.

Tom wanted to follow her into the kitchen but decided against it. He threw his spaghetti in the microwave and waited, listening to the sounds of the seasons commercials from the living room. Tom barely tasted the spaghetti as he sat in the kitchen. Finally he worked up the courage and walked out and stood in the living room.

Evelyn was gorgeous, that was one of the things that had originally drawn him to her. She was a few inches shorter than him at 5’9″. She kept her body toned with yoga and regular jogging. She had the stereotypical sun-kissed blonde hair of Southern California and the fake breasts to match. Tom looked at her sitting on the couch. How had they fallen into such malaise? Sure he’d been working a lot but they used to have fun going out, hiking, surfing, trying new restaurants, meeting other couples, but gradually that had stopped.

They’d had some intense arguments over the last year. She wanted a baby and Tom wanted to wait another year. He knew that she felt her clock ticking but he just didn’t think he’d be a good father working so much. It was always the same arguments that they wound up yelling at each other. If the dishes weren’t done it was because he didn’t want a baby or she was pressuring him into having one.

“So you’re going out tonight?” Tom asked. She brought her green eyes up to look at him for a moment.

“Yea. We’re going to the Lamp Light.” Her movement was slow and disinterested. The Lamp Lighter District in downtown San Diego was hosting a huge party covering several blocks and a lot of the bars and clubs were participating. Tom had told Evelyn weeks ago during one of their ritual screaming matches that he didn’t feel like going out and so she’d made plans with out him. Now he regretted the whole thing but it felt too late to try to invite himself along.

Tom sucked in some air and looked around the room as though he could find something to talk about. “Look, I…” He started and Evelyn glanced back over waiting for him to say something. “Well, have fun tonight.”

“Ok.” Evelyn sighed and rested her cheek against her fist.

“What are you watching?”

“Nightmare on Elm St. Just until Eric and Jenny and them show up.” She said without taking her eyes off the movie.

Tom sat down on the sofa chair and tried to watch the movie. He’d always detested horror movies.

“I need to start getting changed.” Evelyn got up and walked into the back bedroom. Tom shut his eyes and breathed deeply. It seemed like whenever he tried she didn’t want any part of it and whenever she tried he’d pushed her away. They just weren’t on the same page anymore and it hurt. He watched Nightmare on Elm St for a while before getting bored and changing the channel. Faux News was running a special on razors in candy apples and teen sex parties that parents should be on the lookout for.

After an hour went by Tom got up and glanced down the hallway. The light was still on. “She’s taking her sweet time getting ready” Tom thought “either that or she just doesn’t want to be around me.” He remembered the decorations in his car and went out to place them in the yard. The night was getting a little chilly.

He plopped himself back on the couch and his attention back the TV where some blonde anchors were talking about home protection plans. Tom turned up the volume.

“And remember to be on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary tonight.” The anchors laughed together. The one on the right stopped and took a more serious tone. “Due to the poor economy it’s expected that home robberies will be up tonight so make sure that you have a security plan in place. If you’re going downtown leave a light on so that potential robbers don’t know you’re not home.”

They cut to a shot of the police commissioner. His big brown mustache fit his round face and bald head rather nicely. “Tonight’s especially difficult because you have a lot of people who come out because they think they can get away with things just because it’s Halloween. We’ve got double the police force out tonight and 911 operators are standing by if you run into any trouble. We want to make sure that everyone has a safe and fun Halloween weekend.”

Finally Evelyn walked down the hall and Tom’s jaw practically hit the floor. Her tight body had squeezed into a “Wife of Satan” costume and Tom couldn’t help but feel like she was digging him. Tom could feel himself begin to harden just looking at her. She looked scathingly sexy and Tom’s eyes roamed all over her tan skin, soaking in as much as he could. Any other husband would’ve never allowed it thought Tom. A searing red bikini top barely contained her 34Cs. The red cups were held together by twisted black lace.

Around her perfect neck she wore a small studded choker collar with a length of chain that extended almost down to her belly button and dangled in front of her smooth stomach tempting viewers to look lower. Tom’s gaze drifted down and then back up to her face and he found his mouth whetting. Her lips were painted with a sanguine hue and she had dribbled fake blood on the corner of her mouth. Blood red horns sprouting up out of her blonde hair completed the effect. Tom stood up mesmerized by vision in front of him.

Her cell phone was pressed to her ear and Tom could hear the sound of a running car engine pull up into the driveway.

“OK doll, I’ll be right there!” she said as she rushed out the door to her friend’s car. Tom followed her, he watched her tight ass bounce as she ran on red stilettos out the door. “I’m a fucking idiot.” Tom thought. She looked back at Tom twisting her mouth into a sad smile and waved. Tom lifted his hand to wave back and she jumped in the car.

The night refused to bring sleep. His thoughts drifted back to his wife’s outfit, and he kept asking himself if she was wearing her ring or not. He couldn’t remember. He tossed and turned in his bed, falling in and out of sleep.

At 1:33AM he woke suddenly

BANG BANG BANG. BANG BANG BANG.

His eyes stretched wide open and his skin prickled down his arms. BANG BANG. He lay still for a moment, trying to place the sound. Someone was in the living room. He got up and grabbed a baseball bat from his closet. Cautiously moving down the hallway, breathing heavily,his heart thudded powerfully in his chest. He thought about calling 911, but he was committed now.

BANG BANG BANG. BANG BANG BANG.

Someone was in the house. He knew that. BANG BANG. Terror began spreading outward from his chest as he neared the living room, the pounding growing louder and louder. Just as he came to the corner of the hallway it stopped and Tom paused. The quiet gnawed on him, screaming in his ears. He strained to hear anything over the palm trees outside, softly howling in the wind.

After a few moments he reached his hand out into the darkness around the corner to flip the light switch. He squinted through the brightness but the living room lay empty. He knew he’d heard something. Maybe it had just been his heart. Maybe he was neurotic he thought. He’d been under a lot of stress at work lately, pushing 80 hour weeks.

His eyes flicked around the empty living room looking for any sign of life or for anything that could’ve caused a noise. He felt a movement behind him and spun around. But the darkened hallway held no robbers or costumed mad men.

He walked to the front door and opened it to the cold. A blast of freezing air blew into the room scattering some papers. Tom looked out at his small yard and down to street where the floodlight cast a glow, but he couldn’t see anything moving other than the bushes and the trees. The howling of the wind was horrendously loud and Tom pushed the door shut. The temperature in the living room had dropped causing Tom to shiver, wrapping his arms around himself. He gripped the baseball bat securely in one hand tucking it under his arm.

He walked back to bed, convincing himself that he was just over stressed he began to drift from one dream to another. In one Tom dressed as Belial, a demon prince of hell, with a bloodied crown on his head. Evelyn matched him wearing the skimpy red costume she’d taken downtown. They danced in a club happily grinding into each other as the music blared. The bass pounded intensely gradually getting louder. But the louder the music became the further he felt Evelyn moving away. He kept trying to get closer to her but there were too many people pressing in.

She was always right there in front of him but drifting. Behind her a tall man dressed in all black with a solid black mask danced. Evelyn looked Tom straight in the eye as she bent down and began grinding her scantily clad ass up to the mans crotch. She popped up, smiled and then leaned into the man placing her hands along his cheek and raising one leg up to the mans hips.

Tom tried calling out to her but she laughed at him and kissed the man. His mask moved and a dark tongue slithered out. Tom watched in horror as this man Frenched out his wife right there in the crowded club. No one seemed to notice or care. Tom called out again and Evelyn turned to him and grinned, her lips were blackened and her tongue a wet shade of ebony. As she grinned the man in black went to work on her neck, chewing around her choker collar. The lips on his mask peeled back revealing a dark smile as the man grabbed her chain and held it up high, she arched her back for him and he placed one gnarled gloved hand on her breast and squeezed hard. A circle of partiers began to form. Tom frantically pushed and pulled, moving and moving, but no one would let him in.

The dark man fastened his wife’s chain into a hook hanging from the ceiling and supported her back with a gloved hand as he leaned back and roared a laugh.Even the inside of his mouth was black. Tom yelled but he heard nothing over the deafening music. The man in black smiled. His prey tilted back and her red top lay rumpled on the floor, her breasts exposed for all to see. Her tanned skin marred by a smearing of smoke black. Her beautiful tits began to pulse black as the dark man worked them between his hands.

The bass from the music was overwhelming and swelled with the crowed. Evelyn’s nipples began to shine with a ruddy glow as she writhed with pleasure. Her nipples growing to bursting. The dark man released another chuckle. Everyone in the circle danced and began to grind harder into each other, and hands roamed freely across sweaty bodies. The smell of sex permeated the damp night club and Tom looked around to see women writhing in pleasure against each other their tits mashing together, their tongues wrapping around each other. Another women gripped two cocks that she furiously jerked off as another man ate her pussy from below.

The dark man looked up, his pitch black eyes burned a straight line through the orgy right to Tom. He watched as the dark man reached down and slid a hand underneath his wife’s panties. Evelyn spasmed and her eyes rolled back as she tried to press herself harder into his hand. His hand was moving quickly and her red satin panties danced in rhythm with the dark mans fingers. Evelyn’s mouth opened as she screamed a climax, her muscles clenching and releasing began to turn darker with her intense pleasure.

The song changed darker, sultry and heavier. Tom watched in horror as his wife’s panties were roughly torn from between her legs; she smiled in total bliss exposing her blackened pussy for all to see. A cheer went up and a dark shape extended from between the mans legs. Evelyn let herself be lowered onto him as she accepted the huge dark cock with every pounding beat of the music. She wrapped her legs around the shadow in ecstasy caressing the dark mans sides as he fucked her and she moaned depraved nasty words.

Her legs blackened as her sloppy pussy slid up and down the mans dark pole. With every thrust she became darker and darker until only her blonde hair and the parts of her face the dark man’s lips and tongue had left untouched remained.

The music sped up, swelling and dropping and the mans cock slammed in and out of Evelyn faster and faster until she began screaming wordlessly, pulling him deep inside her. The dark man reached out grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling hard turning it smoke black as Evelyn came. The black man grinned and pulled out of her as Evelyn gasped in dismay, her blackened form hung from the ceiling begging for more of his cock.

With a gloved hand he reached up and unhooked her from the ceiling. Evelyn collapsed to the floor. The dark man grinned and crooked his finger. His slave crawled to him on hands and knees across the sex soaked dance floor. She eagerly slurped his large cock into her mouth, panting with lust. Tom looked on as the crowd whooped and hollered half cheering the dark man and half from their own self consuming orgasms. She sucked his balls into her mouth and worked his cock with her hand before sliding her tongue back up the mans shaft to the tip sucking off a gathered puddle of black pre-cum. She raised her eyes to the dark demon and then in one smooth motion deep-throated him down to his balls.

Tom never could’ve imagined his wife swallowing that much cock. She began gagging as the dark man’s head tilted back in pleasure, he grabbed both sides of Evelyn face and began thrusting against it fucking her mouth. Releasing a great roar he finally came. It shot out so strongly that Evelyn gagged and couldn’t hold on. The man’s cock burst from her throat still coming and shot dark streams of smoky liquid all over her face covering her and turning her completely dark.

“EVELYN!!!” Tom yelled again, but no one could hear him.

Tom woke drenched in a cold sweat. The number on his alarm clock burned red in the darkness. It was only 3:33. He sat up, shook his head to shake off the dream and turned on the reading lamp by his bed. Shadows jumped on the walls and Tom instantly shivered in the cold. He looked around intensely for signs of movement; he was going crazy. He blinked and tiny speckles appeared in front of his eyes. He rubbed them with his the heels of his palms. It took a few more blinks to clear them up.

CA-CHUNK. He heard a door close. Maybe Evelyn was home. He got up to see if she was home and turned the hall light on but there was no one there. He saw a shadowy figure move suddenly across the wall in the hallway and then vanish. He froze.

“Evelyn?” He called out? No answer. He walked into the living room and shivered. The living room was even colder than the bedroom. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and twisted quickly. His eyes began to focus and in the kitchen a face began to form out of the darkness. Pressed against the wall staring out at him. He felt his heart rate quicken. The face grinned growing stronger from Toms’ horror. He kept his eyes wide, never blinking, afraid he would lose it.

“Who are you!?” Tom yelled loudly trying desperately to sound unafraid.

Silence, no answer. Tom moved sideways towards the front door and the creature in the darkness matched his movement sliding along the wall towards the hallway, never breaking eye contact.

“Tom.” It finally said.

And then it disappeared in a flash. The word echoed in Tom’s ears. He blinked his eyes rapidly for a moment and saw only spots. No faces. Looking all around him he took a few steps to the front door and turned the handle. He’d left it unlocked. The terror already felt now had some validity. He’d left it unlocked. The sensation sank in and he spun around and stared down the hallway. Still there was nothing. Nothing there. Tom had never believed in ghosts but the stress was taking a toll on him. And his nightmare hadn’t helped things.

“What if they’re connected” he began to think. “Why had it said his name? Who is he?” But he quickly quieted those thoughts and locked the door making sure the deadbolt was in place. He left the light on in the living room and walked very slowly down the hallway straining to hear or see anything in the shadows.

Once in his room he closed the door. That way he wouldn’t be bothered by any sounds from the rest of the house. Maybe he could sleep in peace. As he closed the door he felt a hand press on the door and slam it shut. He jumped back in shock and looked around. The light clicked off behind him and he heard a terrible laughter deep and cackling. The face from the darkness stepped out from the black shadows and the solid form loomed menacingly filling the room. Terror raced through his veins piercing his heart. Time stopped as he felt himself falling backwards, the edges of his vision crushed inwards into complete darkness as laughter rolled around him.

Tom woke to birds and the sound of the shower running. What time was it? He glanced at his alarm clock. Seven Thirty AM and Evelyn was just getting home? He sat up and stretched his arms yawning. Slowly through his minds morning fog he began to remember what had transpired the previous night. “Damn, I need to get checked out.” He said out loud. The sounds of the shower stopped and Tom heard the rough metal on metal sound of the shower rings sliding apart. He lowered himself back down into bed and pretended to be asleep. A few minutes later the door softly opened and he heard tiptoes on the carpet. Evelyn gently crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.

Tom waited until he was sure that Evelyn was sound asleep before getting up making breakfast. He turned on the TV and watched football until Evelyn finally got up around 2 o’clock. She walked out into the living room and looked bleary eyed at Tom. She wore a modest white Sunday skirt and white top.

“Morning” Evelyn said as she walked to the kitchen and started making a pot of coffee.

“Morning.” Tom responded without taking his eyes off the game. “You were out pretty late last night.” He observed

“Yea. We had fun.” Evelyn said “You stay out late all the time.” The morning continued in silence before Evelyn finally announced “Hey I’m going out with some friends. It’s a nice day.”

“No.” Tom reacted instantly feeling a panic.Tom couldn’t bear the thought of sitting home alone while she went out and had fun again.

“Oh. You wont let me leave?” She asked sardonically. But then she turned and walked back to the bedroom. Tom barely spoke to her the rest of the day.

On Monday, Halloween, Tom left the office early. Everyone else was gone before three so that they could go home and trick or treat with their kids. Tomorrow was month end and no one was looking forward to it.

Tom drove his truck in the driveway just as the first little ghouls and ghosts began to walk the streets.

“Hey babe.” He said when he saw Evelyn. “Ready to hand out some candy?”

“I guess.” She said indifferently.

“Where’s your costume?”

Evelyn rolled her eyes and grabbed a white table cloth from the kitchen. “I’ll be a ghost. Just let me be.”

Tom tried not to let it bother him. He still loved her but it was getting difficult. Especially with all the kids coming to the door reminding her that they still didn’t have any.

Evelyn walked into the back room to change just as the first trick or treaters arrived. DING DONG. Spider Man and a tiny princess Leia stood at the door. Their parents waiting at the end of the driveway. “Say trick or treat Ryder!” The dad yelled. Spider Man looked back at his parents and then held his pumpkin up to Tom.

“Twickertweat” the word tumbled out, Tom smiled and put a couple candies in the kids bags.

“Tanks!” they both said before bolting down the driveway excitedly shouting at their parents. Tom saw every imaginable costume that night from kids all over San Diego. He’d had to reluctantly give out candy to a couple groups of teenagers who came up to the door but it beat cleaning toilet paper off of his house tomorrow. Evelyn still hadn’t joined him. Tom wasn’t sure why she would still be moping around in the bedroom.

He saw four teenagers coming up the driveway and groaned internally. Halloween’s supposed to be for kids. A witch, a mummy and a vampire couple stood at his door

“Trick or Treat!” They said, all smiles.

“At least your costumes are good, not like the last group of you that came up.” Tom remarked as he put candy in a witches pillow case.

“I can’t believe that someone lives here.” the Witch said. The mummy and vampire couple both nodded.

“What do mean?” Tom asked ready for some type of Halloween gag.

“Well before you moved in they were going to film a horror movie in here. But then the director committed suicide.” Tom raised an eyebrow. The realtor had told him that some weird things had happened in the house prior to them owning it but that it wouldn’t affect the value of the house.

“I heard something like that happened the year before we moved in.” Tom said. “But I don’t believe.. in .. ghosts.” he trailed off thinking of Saturday night. “What happened exactly?” he inquired, suddenly interested.

“It was really sad.” the vampiress piped in.

“Yea dude, actually it was pretty fucked up.” the kid wrapped in masking tape said. He took a step towards Tom and held out his pillow case. As Tom filled it he continued. ” No one knows like exactly what happened. But there were cops and everything swarming this house right after the development was first built about 5 years ago. There were only a few houses bought around this area which is why he thought it’d be good for a movie. My family, the Tennesseans, and the Cutlers” he said pointing in different dissections. “Supposedly this guy was totally in love with or actually probably just really wanted to bang the lead actress but she wouldn’t have any of it. Anyways, so one night after filming he sent everyone home. They found him the next morning with a nail gun, an empty bottle of GreyKettle vodka, and six nails fired up his nose and one in each eye and an Extaco knife in his neck. It was five days before Halloween too so everyone was kind of freaking out. I think it was the full moon.” Tom stared at the kid in disbelief. It was too bizarre.

“Well we don’t actually know how many nails or anything like that. But he did commit suicide in the house though.” The witch said. She must’ve seen the worried look on Tom’s face. She smiled at Tom as he gave the vampire kids some candy.

“Yea we do,” the mummy retorted “for real, me an’ my bro came down and tried to check it out. There were so many cops and shit we just snuck around in the bushes and heard the talking. He was working on a demon movie and killed himself with a nail gun and an exacto knife cause the nails didn’t work. I’d kill me too if I’d already shot my eyes out.”

“I don’t even want to think about it alright.” The witch said. They thanked Tom and the group left still talking among themselves. After the teens left there were a few more stragglers before Tom shut the door.

He was still a little shaken from what the kids told him. Tom kept rethinking what had happened on Saturday and it seemed like it was starting to add up. He considered calling Mrs. Hartog but she had moved in with her son and his wife only a few months after him and Evelyn.

Tom shook his head as he walked down the hallway. “Hey babe” he called out “guess what some of the neighbor kids told me about that thing that went on before we moved in.”

He rounded the corner into the bedroom and saw Evelyn laid out across the bed dressed in her red Wife of Satan costume.

“Hey,” Tom managed. He smiled and walked further into the room. Evelyn licked her lips seductively.

“I wondered when you were going to finish up with the kiddies.” She said. “Come play with me.” she pouted, her full lips pursing together. Her index finger bid Tom come hither and he was drawn in. He’d missed this so badly. As he walked towards her his eyes roamed up and down her taut body, looking down to where she still wore her heels, her toe-nails painted red with black flames.

Tom’s eyes consumed her calves as they rubbed together, she knew he was watching him, and squeezed her thighs tight as his gaze traveled up towards her nethers lingering on her swollen pussy lips beneath the fabric. Her hand rested as on the top of her hip as she followed his eyes with a wide smile. Her stomach flexed as his gaze traveled to her beautiful breasts, her hand reached up and squeezed her tit and she moaned. “oh baby, remember how things used to be with us? I want that again.”

He looked into her deep green eyes and smiled at her ” I love you.”

“I love you too. ” They paused for a moment and then Tom quickly began removing clothing. He stopped with his boxers and moved towards her his hands roaming the soft skin on her stomach and sides, reaching down to caress her thighs, he wanted to drink her in. He lowered his head to hers as their lips mashed together. Evelyn’s mouth opened and they began to kiss furiously. Her hands reached up to his shoulders and pulled him onto the bed covering her.

As Tom rolled onto her felt a hand reach down into his boxers and stroke his cock. He moaned into Evelyn kisses and she gently bit his lip and then looked back at him with mock innocence.

“Do you like it when I bite you?” She asked huskily. Tom groaned as he felt her thumb massage his precum around his swollen head. “As long as you can take what you dish out.” he leaned forward and began biting Evelyn’s neck. She groaned, craning her neck and arched her back. His teeth gently closed around the skin on her neck and slid up and down. He finally released her and brought his hands up to cup both her breasts. He pressed them down and molded them in circles like a potter before pressing down on the soft skin on top, squeezing his palms under the red bikini top and feeling her nipples rubbing against his skin.

“Get these off!” Evelyn said tugging at his boxers. His erection was straining against the cloth, if he were any harder he might’ve just ripped through it!

“In a moment” he said as he lowered himself down to suck on Evelyn red straining nipples. She quickly undid her top and threw it aside allowing him all the access he wanted. He eagerly sucked her blistering nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue and then switching back and forth loving the feel of her hands playing in his hair. His body lowered down and his rock hard member slid slowly up and down her barely covered mound, taunting her sex.

“Ungh!! You’re such a tease!” She moaned underneath him.

He grinned and worked his way down her body as she pushed his head down. Her legs began parting for him when he reached her mound and slid a quick hand under her red bikini. He didn’t let his excitement show as he felt her wetness like a hot swamp. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing his middle finger inside. It slid easily up her cunt and she shoved her hips up to grind into his hand.

Tom removed his finger and tasted the moist nectar clinging to his skin. He looked into her eyes as the taste of sex slid over his tongue. Evelyn breathed heavily, her pert nipples strained at the ceiling and a look of intense lust in her eyes drove Tom crazy. Tom went to the edge of the bed and removed his wife’s heels. He sucked on her toes and she squealed with delight. She’d always liked it when he’d worshipped her feet.

“You’re toenails are fucking sexy.” He said while liking between her toes. He worked his way up her calves, Nipping and licking her as he went until his face was inches from her thighs and he could inhale the scent of his wife smoldering sex.

With a few short tugs he had her panties off and buried his face in her sloppy wet pussy. Tasting as deeply as he could he tongue fucked her hard and sucked on her lips, drawing them away and then diving in for more. His face was covered in sex as Evelyn jammed her pussy into his face. One hand worked early on her tit, twisting it back and forth as the other hand pressed against his head pulling him deeper into her molten crevice, his tongue working furiously.

He removed his tongue and flattened it trying to lick all the juices from her lips before lapping at her puffy clit. Her hips bucked up and her pelvis smashed his nose but he was beyond caring about pain. He slid two fingers inside his wife as his tongue played across her button before finally clamping his lips together and sucked her into his mouth.

Evelyn screamed in orgasm her sweet juices pouring out on Tom’s fingers. Panting like she’d just run a marathon Evelyn lifted herself off the bed and pulled Tom into a passionate kiss tasting her own juices as her tongue licked and darted all around his lips and face. The smell intoxicated Tom and Evelyn as they shared the results of her passion.

Evelyn guided Tom onto his back and pulled finally removed his boxers. She brought her knees up and clenched his sweaty body above his hips. Her hand stroked his cock beneath her dripping pussy. She leaned back and pushed his straining head against her labia. Staring intently at Tom with her mouth softly open she began moving her hips in circles around the tip of his cock making it slick as she slowly descended.

He could feel his wife’s hot cunt enfold and release him as she slowly slid up and down getting used to the size of him.Tom moaned closing his eyes and rolling his head back. As she began to go faster he felt a hand on his balls and opened his eyes to see his wife fondling his testes with one hand and supporting herself with the other. He loved having his balls toyed with and began to thrust his hips in rough circles meeting his wife’s clenching pussy with every pulse of their rhythm. She pulled on his balls as they’re sex collided and their breathing increased. Tom felt their hearts beating together as he gasped out “Babe I’m gonna come!”

“Oh fuck!” Evelyn responded as he triggered her orgasm. Her pussy seized her husbands cock in a vise grip as their friction caused an explosion of heat. Tom felt his balls tighten and he was rocked as every muscle in his body tensed and a river of cum pulsed up into Evelyn. She was yelling as she felt his hot come spurt and spurt into her tight hole. Covered in sweat she fell onto of him panting loudly and shuddering. Tom began to shift his weight but she stopped him. “No don’t. Not yet.” Her pussy flexed for a moment and she smiled. “I like you right where you are.” She said as she nuzzled her face into his chest. After the laid there a while Evelyn raised her head

“You’re still hard.” She said.

He clenched the muscles between his legs and his dick throbbed inside his wife. Tom grinned.

“Wait right there I’ve got some stuff. She rolled off of him and retrieved something from the nightstand on her side of the bed.”

“I’ve uh. Well.” She raised her hands to reveal some long strips of black binds and a black dildo. Tom felt briefly unsure when he saw the black shape. Why’d it have to be black?

“Uhm you’ve always wanted to fuck me in the ass right? Well. I mean it is Halloween right?” Evelyn was a little unsure of herself. She was acting adorable and Tom loved it. It was like they were newly weds again fucking around on their honeymoon. “I want you to fuck me with this at the same time.” She sounded like an innocent first year coed.

“C’mon Tom” She bounced up on the bed and stuck her ass in his face wiggling it. Her tight rosebud staring up at him intently. He leaned in and playfully bit her ass cheek and smacked the other as Evelyn squeaked.

She turned around and seductively smiled at him. She pressed her face into his crotch and breathed in “We smell so good, your come and my pussy.” Tom felt his dick throb. He loved hearing her talk nasty. Her tongue darted out tasting their mixed fluids on his cock. She lowered her jaw and sucked his balls into her mouth massaging them with her tongue. Her hands were busy opening a packet of lube that Tom hadn’t seen and she began applying it vigorously to his cock.

“Alright big boy” She turned around on her knees and jiggled her ass against his hard member. He put two hands on either side of her cheeks. “Go slow babe.”

With one hand he guided his lubed up cock into her little hole. He had never felt anything this tight before and the heat radiating into his dick from her ass was overwhelming. His balls started to raise involuntarily. He wasn’t going to last long. He slid in fairly easily but centimeter by centimeter as Evelyn panted in front of him. He could feel her trying to relax as he slid in and stopped halfway down his rod and began to slide out again.

“oh baby you feel so big inside me!” She squealed. His cock throbbed as he moved in and out. He picked up the pace until he could feel his balls tighten again. He could tell he was quickly getting close.

“Wait baby.” She crawled forward on her hands and Tom felt his dick throbbing as it popped out of her hot hole.

“Tie me up.” She instructed him “I want you to hold me down as I watch you come on me. But you have to use this on me too.” She held up the black dildo.

Tom didn’t ask questions and tied her to the bed sucking on each of her fingers delicately after tying the binds to the head board. Then he sat back and slowly dragged the black cock over her legs and across her body teasing her with it. He brought it to her lips

“Suck it. Make it wet for me.” He said and then pushed it into her mouth and fucked her face as she coated it with saliva. He brought it down and began pushing it in and out of her pussy and then pushed himself into her ass. He slowed his pace and then restarted as she writhed on the bed screaming in pleasure and pain as the two cocks filled her completely. He was thrusting both cocks in her and she writhed against them stretching her binds. He could feel himself getting close again and pulled out leaving the black cock buried up to its balls in her pussy.

He forced himself into her mouth and she eagerly gulped him down swallowing him all the way to his balls. He began to thrust back and forth fucking her face. Her eyes burned into his with lust and he felt her tongue twisting around coating him with every thrust. Their eyes locked and his balls tightened and he pulled out of her shooting spurts of hot white cum all over her face. As his spasms calmed he use his cock to spread his come all over her cheeks as she moaned and panted.

“I love you.” She murmured exhausted.

“I love you too babe.” Tom responded. He leaned down and kissed her deeply tasting their physical love.

Things had never been better for Tom after that Halloween night. Evelyn was always happy to see him. Everything felt like it was working out. A week passed and nothing had changed. The sex was passionate and happened all the time. He even came home for lunch a few days for a quickie. It was like the were newly weds again. Tom actually looked forward to coming home from work.

On the second Thursday in November he was eating dinner and watching his home town football team beat up on their division rivals when he heard a loud pounding on the door. He looked over and paused the game on his DVR.

“I’ll get it babe.” he shouted down the hall to Evelyn. He swung it open and was shocked to see two uniformed police officers standing in the moonlight.

“Mr. Kitcher?” one asked. “Yes.. That’s me. Is there a problem officer? The games on.” The officer seemed to ignore him.

“I have a search warrant. Do you answer your phone Mr. Kitcher?” The officer asked as he strode brusquely passed.

“Of course I do.” Mr Kitcher answered “What’s the meaning of this? What are you looking for?”

“Mr Kitcher are you aware that your house was the site of a violent suicide four years ago?” The officer turned back to him.

“What? No I mean I’d heard that something had happened here but I hadn’t really looked into it to be honest.” Tom could feel his temper rising. He looked back and forth between the two men. The second cop still hadn’t said anything.

“Mr. Kitcher where is Mrs. Kitcher?” The first cop asked him.

“In our room. Honey!” he called. “These policemen are here to ask us some questions.” Evelyn didn’t say anything. “She’s probably asleep or napping.” Tom said.The cops exchanged glances.

The second cop wrinkle his nose as if smelled week old garbage and began to walk down the hall to the closed bedroom door.

“Hey wait!” Tom ran after them. The second cop rapped his knuckles once on the door “Mrs. Kitcher?” and then he opened it and walked in. Tom charged in after them. His wife was laying there on the bed sound asleep. She must really be tired if she hadn’t woken up with all this racket Tom thought to himself.

“She she’s just sleeping” Tom said in hushed tones but as his gaze turned to the cops he saw them staring slack jawed towards the bed. That’s when Tom turned back to Evelyn. He began to blink rapidly trying to clear the spots from his vision as he looked at Evelyn with fresh eyes seeing what the police were seeing.

Tom’s mouth dried and he stood frozen in horror his breathing quickening and he began to hyperventilate. A body lay in the bed. Slashed sheets. Brown cakes of dried blood. But it wasn’t Evelyn. It couldn’t be Evelyn. The toes were gnawed to bone and there were bite marks and cuts up and down her legs where chunks of flesh and been torn away. Her fingers were missing. Terror seized him and he felt his heart pounding in throat his head was throbbing. Time didn’t move. He saw a black handled Chefs knife on the counter and visions began to flood his consciousness. He looked back at the body who’s bloodied palm stumps were tied to the head board. Deep gouges started back at him where green eyes had once been.

Blood rushed Tom’s ears his eyesight faded in and out. He took a step towards the rotting corpse but felt himself leaving the ground vaguely aware of an officer picking him up.

Tears were flooded down his face, everything was happening in slow motion. The corpse raised its head and stared at Tom with dead sockets.

“Sweetie?” Tom whispered.

His body slammed in a mirror as the officers tackled him to the ground. He saw the corpse rise behind them still bound to the bed.

“BLOODY MURDERER!” It screamed at him. His soul trembled in its cage as Tom wailed unable to control his fear.

“Behind you! Look! She’s alive!” Tom tried to tell the cops. They both turned and looked at Evelyn’s corpse laying motionless on the bed before turning back to him.

“Shut up! You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. You have the…”

“You can’t hear the screams?!” Tom yelled incredulously.

“BLOODY MURDERER!! LET ME REST!IN! PEAAAAAACE!!”

As the officers bodily carried Tom out of the room he began to convulse, the terrible laughter shaking his body. From the corner of his eye he saw a silhouette standing against the glow of the television. Shivering he turned and saw a tall dark shadowy man standing in the living room. He could see it’s eyes staring dead into his before its head tilted back and howled with laughter. A deep hearty laugh that cracked Toms skull like the maniacal ringing of iron bells. It smiled a last time before turning to walk down the hall towards it’s prize.

THE END