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13 Haunted Nights

Emilia Rose

With thirteen stories to satisfy your every last spooky desire, 13 Haunted Nights is filled with Halloween parties, haunted hayrides, mummies, ghosts, serial killers, and more!

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Feature excerpt from the short story “Trick or Treat”

“Trick or treat!” a group of five-year-olds dressed as Avengers yelled at me, holding out their plastic orange pumpkin buckets filled with candy. “Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat!”

I grabbed my bowl of candy on my side table, then crouched down to their levels and dropped a full-sized candy bar into each of their buckets. After they ran down my front walkway together, their parents waved and thanked me for them.

Smiling back, I stood up and watched them depart to the next house, my gaze latching onto a tall man dressed in a blue-gray janitor’s jumpsuit and a completely white mask with a wooden ax in his hand.

He stared back from across the street, then turned away. I bit back a smirk, knowing that Cory was supposed to be over soon. Cory had given me a glimpse of his costume that he planned to wear tonight over text, veiny hand gripping an ax.

Was he teasing me tonight?

I shut the door and pressed my back against it, the heat growing between my thighs. Cory had just been a fling that I met up with a couple times a week–not someone who I’d actually consider dating–but damn did he have good dick.

Another knock came at the front door. I placed the bowl of candy down on the side table and straightened myself out, tucking some hair behind my ear and unbuttoning a button on my shirt to give myself a bit more cleavage.

When I pulled the door open, Cory stood outside with his head tilted to the side in that white mask of his. “Trick or treat,” Cory said, stepping into my house. He shut the door behind himself and ran the sharp edge of the ax up the column of my neck, then used it to lift my chin. “Give me something good to eat tonight, Blue.”

A giggle escaped my lips at his nickname that he had given me when we were in high school. I gripped him by his janitor’s jumpsuit and tugged him to the couch, falling back onto it and pulling him down with me.

We hadn’t been sleeping together for that long, but this costume tonight was the sexiest thing he had ever worn over. Even sexier than all those damn suits he had worn over, those tight V-necks.

I might’ve had a bit of a mask-kink…

Getting fucked by a someone in a mask, not being able to see their face, sleeping with someone who could potentially be the ugliest mother fucker alive… God, I didn’t know why but it turned me the hell on.

Like usual, he slid his hands down my body and then in between my legs. I moaned and arched my back, spreading my thighs to give him better access. Halloween night was my favorite for many reasons.

This being one of them.

Instead of rubbing my clit like he usually did, he roughly grabbed my hips and ripped off my panties, forced me to rest my legs on his shoulders and buried his face between my thighs. He stuffed three fingers into my mouth and lifted his mask enough to place his warm lips on my aching cunt.

“I guess I get a treat tonight too,” I moaned.