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Horror House

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I remember when Trick or Treating was fun, but it’s been canceled the last couple years. I’ve grown up a little, but I barely started puberty.

My old witch costume didn’t fit, so I had to get a new one. Not the Scarlet Witch, or Agatha Harkness. Not a naughty witch, or sexy witch, either. Just a plain old witch, because I didn’t have much of a body to show off, and it was getting chilly after dark lately. So, even if I did want to show more skin, it wouldn’t be much fun shivering.

I had to wear a mask, just like everybody else, but the party store had one with a big green nose, and warts on it. So, it wasn’t so bad, but it turns out we didn’t need the pumpkin buckets after all. Most people had gates up, and signs that said [No Treats this year, and if you try any Tricks, we won’t hesitate to call the police.]

I mean, they even got chain link boxes to put around their porches, like dog kennels to keep us out, and I saw kids in the window. Looking out, some of them got up to show off their costumes, but that was about it. I did a little twirl, and showed off my new witch costume, but then my big sister took my hand, and put her phone back in her belt.

She was dressed up as Black Widow, since that was the last movie that came out. There were lots of Black Widows, Red Guardians, Lokis, Falcons, and Winter Soldiers. Stupid comic books, but I guess I liked the Winter Soldiers the best. Since he was the only one that wore a mask to cover his mouth, and he had a cool metal arm, I guess. Spiderman too, but that just looks dorky.

“Walking around with a pumpkin bucket especially, because isn’t that the kinda thing that Green Goblin would carry around? I mean, I don’t want to sound like a fake fangirl, but it looks kinda stupid, for Spiderman to carry a jack-o-lantern around, and he doesn’t even look like a spider!”

My sister laughed, “Well, what about Iron Spider, with the spider legs sticking out the back? Come on.” She pulled my hand, so I hopped down off the curb to cross the street.

“Where we going?”

“Horror House. I know it sounds lame, but Mr. Jackoby set up a Horror House in his back yard, and maybe it’s pretty good this year? He’s probably got some candy, at least.”

“Well, I hope there’s a best costume contest, because I worked really hard on it this year, and mommy didn’t even have to help me. I sewed it all by myself!”

“Yeah, from a pattern.”

“So? Look at that Wonder Woman, I bet she’s freezing her nipples off, in that tight pleather dress.” It was around the block, but you can’t miss it. “You’d think that an Amazon would wear more armor, or at least some pants, so the camera won’t look up her skirt so much. Zack Snyder must be some kind of pervert, and how is she supposed to fight crime in those clunky wedge heels?”

“Well, she is bulletproof.”

“No she’s not. If she was bullet proof, she wouldn’t need the Captain America shield, and bracelets to block bullets.” Stupid superheros ruined Halloween for everyone else. So, finally, we got to the Jackoby’s, but there was a line up front. Of course, because the whole neighborhood bought those stupid keep out signs, and gates to stop us trick-or-treating.

Even the news said they were expecting a bunch of vandalism this year, just like last year, because nobody was giving out Treats. The boys got mad, and TPed the trees, egged cars, and broke their windows out of revenge. I saw a bunch of them running around with Toilet Paper all ready, and they didn’t need all that just to patch up the 1 mummy.

“Guys, you want to get arrested?” I called out, but they didn’t hear me, “I saw a cop car!” I pulled my mask down to cup my mouth. “COME BACK TO THE HORROR HOUSE!”

“Some whorehouse, we don’t even have any decent whores.” Jeremy laughed, and high fived his friends. That’s Jeremy Jackoby, so he knew where all the ghosts, and zombies were, since he helped his dad set up all month, I bet.

“No,” I pulled up my mask. “Hor-Ror House, see?” I pointed up at the neon sign. The Jackoby’s did this every year, Christmas and Thanksgiving too.

Finally, the line moved up, so I could get up to the table, and Mrs. Jackoby said “Well! What a scary little witch!”

I giggled, because she said “Well,” just like Maleficent, when she said “Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I set my trap for a peasant, but lo, I catched a prince!” Since she was dressed up as Maleficent, but the cartoon one, since she didn’t look like Angelina Jolie at all.

“Thanks, one ticket please.”

“Make that two.” My sister just held my hand up, to get a spiderweb stamp, then turned it over to get one on her hand, too. She had to unzip her wetsuit to pull a couple dollar bills out of her bra, and hand them over. Then, she took my hand again, and led me through the garage.

“EEK! Khneahahuhn!” A couple girls got scared by the ghost dropping down, when they opened up the door, then it puled back up when they closed it again behind them.

“I’m just gonna grab some candy.” My sister dropped a hand full in my bucket, but it’s not about the candy for me. I can get candy any day of the year, I’ve got an allowance, but you don’t get to dress up like this all the time, and it’s been 2 whole years since we really got to go out, dressed like this.

I’m glad Mrs. Jackoby liked my costume so much. Even though her’s was so much better. She even had a cute robot crow, with green glowing eyes that lit up, when it turned to look at us! Maleficent’s the best witch, maybe I can make some wings next year, if I can get enough brown feathers, to go as young Maleficent.

Even if I hadn’t seen it drop out, or the black box over the door, the ghost wouldn’t have scared me, because they did that last year. Well, not last year, or the year before that, but you know what I mean. Mrs. Jackoby even cut an hourglass in an eggplant, and dyed the inside red, so it looked like a black widow in a spider web, made out of ultraviolet LEDs so it made you glow when you got close, if you’re wearing any white.

That was a dead end, so we both looked around. “Secret doors?”

“Yeah, it has to be, YAH!” Then, a Zombie jumped out, and grabbed her, and another one grabbed me from behind.

“YEAHM!” My sister let go my hand, and he picked me up. It went dark, but he must have slapped the tape over my mouth, when he grabbed me, and then he grabbed me up under my dress. Between the legs, something hit me in the tummy. It was soft, but too dark in there to see anything, and he pinned my arms behind me.

Then, I heard the tape, and I tried to say “No, let me go!” but it came out all muffled. This wasn’t fun any more, I was really scared, but when one of them started wrapping up my hands, I realized that there were too many hands. One up my dress, feeling between my legs, and no matter how hard I kicked, I couldn’t stop him grabbing my arm, and pulling it back.

“Looks like she’s not as flat as she used to be.” He stuck his hand under my chest, and squeezed my sports bra.

“Who is she?”

“Got to be Tabby, since she came with Samantha, but somebody’s started puberty!”

“Too bad we didn’t get Samantha, she’s got some nice tits, and a sweet ass.”

“Yeah, I’d fuck that ass all night long.” One of them I couldn’t tell who pulled my panties down in back, and I squealed. When he started feeling around with his rubbery fingers, and jamming them in my holes. Both of them, and I felt something pop in the front. I sobbed, when I was no longer a virgin, and I knew they weren’t going to stop there.

“She’s nice and tight, though.”

“In her pussy or her ass?”

“Both.”

“EEE!” Somebody screamed, outside the secret door, but they just ignored it, and that ment I could scream all I wanted. For all the good it would do, I hate to admit it, but that was pretty clever. Setting up a rape room in a horror house, I wonder if Jeremy knew about this? Even if a girl does manage to get free, and rip the tape off, so what?

Nobody’s going to notice one more little kid screaming, in a Horror House. No, of course not. If Jeremy knew about it, then he wouldn’t make that joke about a Whore house, without any whores. Would he? Maybe that’s just what he wants people to think, but then why would he be running around with toilet paper, and his bad boy friends to do vandalism, instead of joining in?

“Help me get her on the bed.” Okay, it was a bed, or a bare mattress. My mask bounced around my neck, which made me wonder how he got the tape over my mouth so quick? It all happened so fast I missed it, but now that I knew it was 2 boys, I guess one of them pulled down my mask. The other one had the tape ready, and they must have practiced a lot, but then I had to wonder how many girls they raped already?

They finally got my panties all the way down, and my arms hurt bad enough before one of them got on top of me. He was so heavy, that made it even worse, but his glove was greasy when he slapped me, and rubbed it in. Then, his fingers holding something else. Rubbery, and greasy, but it wasn’t until he pushed it in, I realized what it had to be.

I squealed in pain, even knowing that it wouldn’t do any good. There were so many screams from the hall when other kids got snatched by the zombie, and got to go through the rest of the Horror House, but it hurt so bad I could barely think.

“Dude you won’t believe how tight she is!” Finally he pulled out, but the other one said “Turn her over,” and I think he sounded like the one that threatened to buttfuck my sister, but sure enough. He stuck his greasy rubber glove in my butt, and held it open, so he could find my butthole, and shove it in hard.

“NH!” I could just grunt, and try to breath in through my nose when he pulled out. “SNH! Nhnhnhn!” It was hard to breathe while I was crying so hard, but I tried to scratch his shirt. They thought of everything, which is why they taped my fingers together so carefully. I couldn’t even get any DNA, or anything under my nails, because they were careful to tape those too!

“Huh, fuck!” He collapsed on me, limp, and then he went soft inside me. I was just glad it was over, but they pulled up my underwear, and gave me another pat on the cheeks. Squeezed my boobs again, and waited for another scream. Outside the secret door, some other kids got zombie grabbed, but one of them cracked the wall panel and looked out.

I rolled over, but the other one grabbed my face, and he had on a black hoody, with a mask, and even sun glasses. So I could barely even see that he was white.

“If you tell anyone they’ll know you’re a buttfucking slut!”

“Come on, man, before anybody else comes in.” He pushed me down, but then it got dark again, when they shut the secret door. I had to kick my shoes off, and pull my socks off with my toes. Then, bend over on the bed, and pick the tape off my face with them. Crying the whole time, but bent over like that. I pulled my fingers apart to see if I could get my arms around my hips. Then, I had to pull my legs out, and bite the tape to pull it off my fingers.

I broke 3 nails trying to scratch the one that sodomized me, but that was a little petty to worry about, after all that. “Oh, no.” I just sat up, and tried to worry about them, instead of my virginity, but it hurt too much. I don’t know how long I cried there before I put my shoes on, and ran out through the garage. I saw my sister, smoking across the street, and she flipped the butt off before I practically tackled her around the waist.

“Wow, the other side must have been a lot longer, and was it really that scary?”

“Nohohoh!” I was crying too hard to tell her what happened, quickly. Then, she had to call the cops, and she yelled at them.

“I don’t care, we’re not talking about petty vandalism, or arson here, they raped my sister!” Finally she hung up. “They said they’re sending someone from sex crimes but it’s going to take a while, so we better go home.”

“No, I don’t want to go home now.”

“Why not?”

“Because mom, and dad are there, and I don’t know want them to know.”

“They have to know you just got raped!”

“I know, stop saying that!”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what else to do.”

“Just shut up, and wait with me, okay?” I didn’t want to talk to the police detective lady either, but at least she doesn’t know me.

Too bad, it took so long for them to show up, those evil fuckers had time to get rid of the evidence. By then, most of the kids were done going through the Horror House, so they closed it, and put up Crime Scene tape. So, I could show the detective lady the hall, the dead end, and the secret door where the Zombie grabbed my sister.

They thought of everything, so when we pulled the ragged black drapes back, it was just a plywood board, tie wrapped to the posts just like the rest. Somebody brought some clippers to cut the tie raps, but there was nothing but some flattened grass. They found some more plywood, and black plastic sheets piled up neatly by the fence, but that was just leftovers. Stuff they didn’t use for the horror house, but there was plenty there to add another room.

No sign of the bed either, but those assholes were right. Even the police lady didn’t believe me, because there was no evidence. She took me to the hospital for a rape kit, but all they found was lube. So, I could have done it to myself, and made up a story, or got my boyfriend to do it. Roughly, to cover up the fact that I was into rough sex.

It wasn’t even their word against mine, because they never even had any suspects to arrest, and question. It was the perfect crime, and the Jackoby’s even backed them up. There was no way anybody could have added a room without them noticing, and Jeremy got arrested with his vandalizing friends, for vandalizing. So, he had a perfect alibi, too.

That’s the worst part, knowing they got away with it, and they can keep doing over, and over again. How many girls are they going to hurt, and terrorize before they get caught?

Only time will tell…

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5 Comments

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    That’s scary how they could gotten away without being caught. Good thing I never took part in having to trick or treat when I was growing. I could easily stay with my friends. Give each other blowjobs and fucking each other till it was over

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