Halloween Ritual
In the chilly, fog-laden streets of an Australian suburb, a door creaked open, spilling out an eerie purple glow onto the deserted sidewalk. Wrapped in a silver space blanket, the young and innocent Morgan slowly made her way down the path, a basket of sweets clutched tightly to her chest.
It was Halloween night, and the neighbourhood children were out in droves, costumed and hungry for candy. But Morgan, with her radiant smile and bright eyes, was different. She had a secret, one that was about to unfold as she reached the first house on her round.
The door swung open, revealing a man with a wandering eye and a lecherous grin. He leered down at Morgan as she held out her basket. “Trick or treat, Mr. Harrisson!” she chimed brightly.
Mr. Harrisson’s eyes roved over the girl’s shapely young form, barely concealed beneath her silver blanket. “Oh, we’ll do more than trick-or-treating tonight, missy,” he replied with a wink. Grabbing her arm, he yanked her inside, slamming the door behind them.
The living room was dark and shadowy, the air thick with the smell of incense. Candles flickered in the corners, casting ominous shadows on the walls. Mr. Harrisson pushed Morgan down onto the threadbare couch, his hands roaming over her trembling body as he tore away the metallic blanket.
“And what are you supposed to be, little girl? A space alien? Let me take a closer look,” he growled, undoing the fastenings of her costume with deft fingers. Morgan let out a muffled gasp as the cool night air hit her nearly naked skin – she was wearing only a skimpy silver bikini underneath.
But this was all part of her plan, and she steeled herself to play along. “I’ve come for the spell you promised me, Mr. H. The one to summon a…man…from another realm.”
“Ah, yes. Very well,” he chuckled darkly. “But first, let’s practice. Sit up, girl.”
Shivering and frightened-looking, Morgan complied, sitting bolt upright to display herself. Mr. H circled her, fingering the strings of her bikini top. “Raise your arms,” he commanded.
With a heartbeat’s hesitation, Morgan obeyed, lifting up her arms to surrender completely to this lecherous man’s power. The elastic binding strained against the gentle curves of her developing breasts as he slowly, deliberately loosened the top…
Down the street, a knock came at another door, in a house uncannily like Mr. H’s in its darkness and odd atmosphere. It was opened by a withered old crone, her face a web of deep lines, her expression shrewd and glittering under the light of a heavy iron candlestick.
She smiled sharp and narrow at Morgan’s friend Matthew, a muscular and normally cocky young man now looking very tentative in his ” Armstrong the Undead Security Officer” costume. “Welcome, boy. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Waiting? B-b-but..I’ve never been here before!” Matthew squeaked, cringing as the crone’s long, bony fingers shot out to snag his arm and drag him over the threshold.
She cackled a dark, mocking laugh. “No matter. You’re here now. It’s time for your lesson.”
She turned, leading him into the house with jerky movements. The shadows were so heavy in here they seemed to clutch at his skin…or maybe that was just the crone’s skeletal hand.
The evening’s Satanic parade continued up and down the block, as all over the sleepy suburb each child in turn fell victim. Wicked lessons were given by no-nonsense witches, dirty old men, and even creepy kids in masks far older than their years. Corrupting a new generation through small talk and candy…all in all, a very naughty Halloween indeed.
In the dark of night, their lessons complete, those little trick-or-treaters returned home – thoroughly ruined and ready for their new lives as willing, eager participants in their wicked neighbourhood’s twisted games. Oh yes…this Halloween brought out the naughtiest side of Australians, and ensured next year’s would be even more depraved!
But the evening’s Satanic parade continued up and down the block, as all over the sleepy suburb each child in turn fell victim. Wicked lessons were given by no-nonsense witches, dirty old men, and even creepy kids in masks far older than their years. Corrupting a new generation through small talk and candy…all in all, a very naughty Halloween indeed.
In the dark of night, their lessons complete, those little trick-or-treaters returned home – thoroughly ruined and ready for their new lives as willing, eager participants in their wicked neighbourhood’s twisted games. Oh yes…this Halloween brought out the naughtiest side of Australians, and ensured next year’s would be even more depraved!
