Carolina Blue was a simple woman with simple tastes. Her hair was brown and short, her nails were short and manicured, and her eyes were dark as night. She had two kids, both under five, and a loving husband. She was a homemaker, a life style blogger, popular mommy vlogger, and of course, accomplished Halloween Killer.
So when the neighbors, the Miltons, offered to take the kids trick-or-treating - oh what a heavenly delight. She didn't have to pick targets on the street tonight. Last year was way too bloody - and all of those cops.
Tonight Bob and Carolina had a date at the Adult Halloween Party down the street at the Millers. Dressed as Little Red Riding Hood and her husband as the Big Bad Wolf, the party was going to be fun for sure. She had everything she needed for the party - her basket full of goodies.
The goodies weren't poisoned.
Oh, no - that would be far too obvious.
Little Red Riding Hood and her Wolf walked up the dark driveway and there was music blasting. The lights were all off. This would be their first year at the Miller's famous block party - and it was really all hush hush. She rang the door bell.
The white door opened and there was a shirtless Sam Miller at the door. His grin was huge and white. He then said, "What's the password?"
"Awoooo," Carolina and Bob both said, giggling at the end.
"C'mon in, Blues," Miller said, opening the door wider. "The party is downstairs."
Bob and Carolina looked at each other and laughed as they followed the host down into the basement. And there it was - the smell of sex and debauchery - hitting her nose. Out of her eye's corner, she observed her husband to see if he was interested in the activities happening downstairs. She placed her basket down on the stair step.
"Bob?" she said, turning to him.
"I don't know about this," he said, turning to his wife. "I have a bad feeling about this."
Ah, Bob was so sweet, kind, and loyal. That's why she married him.
"Want to go?" offered Carolina, waiting to see what her husband would say.
"Yeah, let's go," he said. "Sorry, Sam - I don't think this is for us."723Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUSMhDpLRwl
She doubted the man could hear her husband over the moans and music.
They went up the stairs and was about to exit the house when Carolina said, "My basket. Babe, let me go grab my basket since we are still here."
Bob nodded, waiting in the dim living room as his wife went back down to the basement.
Carolina bent down to grab her basket when someone grabbed her from behind and began thrusting at her fluffy skirt. Carolina narrowed her eyes and balled her hands into fists. Turning around, she flashed the annoyance a wide, beguiling smile.
Ah, it was Sam Miller. She never liked him.
"Back so soon, Carolina?" he said, invading her space. He smelled foul and sweaty. His hands were touching her in places he had no right touching. "I always thought you were so hot behind those glasses of yours."
"Thanks," she said tonelessly. "Sam, trick or treat?"
"Oh, I want a treat," he said into her ears, his breath was hot and heavy. Rolling her eyes, Carolina reached into her pocket and gave him a blue treat. It was small, blue and looked like a sweet tart candy.
"Here you go Sam," Carolina whispered into his ears. "I want to watch you eat it."
"Gladly," he said, tossing the sweet treat into his mouth, swallowing it with a swish of brandy. He opened his mouth to show that he swallowed it.
"Happy Halloween Sam," Carolina said coldly, marching up the stairs with her basket in hand. Bob was waiting for her at the basement door, and he looked worried. 723Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1JgcwzFAYT
"Everything okay?" he said, glaring down into the basement.
"Everything is okay," Carolina confirmed, smiling as she tucked her hand around his arm. "Let's go home and wait for the kids."
Bob nodded in agreement.
And as the two walked home, inside of Sam Miller's home - screams echoed. They weren't screams of pleasure either as blue and red lights and sirens were parked outside of the Miller's home.
It was a good Halloween. Less bloody, one victim.723Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7RFFoDLml1
