My neighbor (ghostface) BREAKS my ass on Halloween night and my Boyfriend doesn’t notice

The chill autumn air nipped at my bare legs as I stepped out onto the porch, my skimpy nurses’ costume doing little to shield me from the October cold. It was Halloween night, and the street was alive with trick-or-treaters and their eager parents. I had been looking forward to a quiet evening at home with my boyfriend, Jake, handing out candy to the neighborhood kids. But little did I know, I was in for a far more terrifying treat than any candy bar.

Jake was inside, engrossed in the latest football game on TV, a bowl of candy resting on the couch beside him. I had suggested we dress up together this year, maybe as a friendly nurse and her patient. But Jake scoffed at the idea, claiming he was too old for such childish antics. I sighed, pulling my coat tighter. Another year, another disappointing Halloween with Jake.

Lost in thought, I nearly missed the figure approaching the porch steps. It was Halloween, after all, so I didn’t think much of the sorry figure shuffling toward me. A moment later, I realized it was our strange neighbor, the one everyone referred to as “Ghostface.” He was a tall, lanky man, always seen in a tattered suit and a mask that covered his face. Rumors swirled about him, whispers of a dark past and questionable hobbies. But he mostly kept to himself, spending his nights prowling the neighborhood.

“Trick or treat,” a raspy voice called out. I glanced at the bowl of candy, measuring the distance to the porch light and safety. The rational part of my brain screamed for me to rush inside and lock the door, but this was Halloween, a night for facing our fears.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any candy,” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. “But I’m sure there’s plenty left in the neighborhood. Have a good night!” I turned to go inside…

And that’s when he pounced. Ghostface’s hands clamped around my arms, pulling me back. I screamed, but his gloved hand covered my mouth. “But I don’t want their candy,” he whispered, his masked face inches from mine. “I want yours.”

I struggled against his grip, but he was shockingly strong. He dragged me off the porch, into the shadows of the alley beside our house. My heart pounded in my ears as he shoved me against the brick wall. “Let me go!” I gasped, but the words caught in my throat as I felt his hands roaming my body.

“Oh, I’ll let you go,” Ghostface rasped. “When I’m done with you.”

I watched in horror as he producing a knife from his coat. I braced myself for the worst, but he didn’t stab me. Instead, the blade sliced through my thin nurses’ uniform like butter. I shivered, the cold night air kissing my exposed skin.

And then, with a moan that sent chills down my spine, he was on me. His hands groped and squeezed, kneading my flesh like dough. I writhed beneath him, but his weight kept me pinned. He forced his tongue into my mouth, his gloved hands roaming freely. I gagged, tasting the musty scent of the material.

“Don’t fight it,” Ghostface hissed. “You know you want this.”

Tears streamed down my face as he ripped away the last of my tattered uniform. I closed my eyes, bracing for the inevitable violation of my body. But the penetration never came. Instead, Ghostface forced my legs apart, his fingers working between my thighs…

I shuddered, feeling the shameful wetness of my own arousal. Despite the fear, the indignity, I found myself responding to his touch. I was disgusted with myself, but I couldn’t control my body’s reaction. “No,” I gasped, trying to push him away, but my movements only seemed to encourage him.

“You see?” Ghostface chuckled darkly. “You’re not fighting me… you’re fighting yourself.”

I whimpered as he brought me to a shameful climax, my body betraying me. Angry tears stung my eyes as I felt his fingers probing inside me, stretching me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, not wanting to alert Jake inside. This was a humiliation I had to endure alone.

Finally, when my body was raw and aching, Ghostface stepped back. “Until next Halloween,” he promised, stalking off into the night.

I sagged against the wall, my tears mixing with the sweat and saliva coating my skin. I could only pray he wouldn’t return, but deep down, I knew. This would be a Halloween I would never forget.

As I staggered back to the porch, trying to collect myself, I heard Jake call from inside the house. “Hey, did you get any more of those Snickers bars? I could really go for one.”I forced a shaky smile and a nod. “Coming right up,” I said, handing him his candy between trembling fingers. He studied me curiously as I stepped back inside, my bloodied hands, the tattered remains of my costume. But he said nothing, his attention quickly returning to the game on TV.

I wanted to scream, to beg him to help me, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit what had happened. It was just too humiliating. So I cleaned myself up and tried to move on, burying the shameful memory of that night. But no matter what I did, I couldn’t outrun the specter of Ghostface, and the way my own body had betrayed me.

As the years passed, I never told anyone what happened that night. And as Halloween rolled around again and again, I would catch myself glancing out the window, half-expecting to see that ghostly figure stalking up the sidewalk. I still don’t know if what happened to me was a crime, a trick, or perhaps… my twisted treat.