A Witch's Night Out - Sex Stories

A Witch's Night Out

... his hand so tight she worried he might lose a finger. There were so many of them. Was it the entire town? It must be, she knew. They moved as if in a trance, utterly silent, the line wriggling like a snake as it filed along. After nearly half an hour the rear ranks marched passed, but there was a heart-stopping moment when the man at the very end, the one wearing a black goat mask so lurid and strange that it was almost unrecognizable as an animal, paused, and seemed to look straight at the three teens. Carol-Anne's every hair stood up. Thomas whimpered. Daniel's teeth chattered. Had they been spotted? Was he going to tell the others? Why was he just standing there? Just when Carol-Anne thought she couldn't bear it another second, the man looked away and walked on. She breathed a quiet sigh. Daniel tugged at his mask again. "Did he see us?" "Can't tell," Carol-Anne said. Then, after a second's hesitation: "Let's follow them." Thomas fidgeted but didn't object. Daniel looked uncertain, but his footsteps didn't fail to follow hers as she tramped back out of the brush, picking dead leaves and debris from her dress. Her courage had briefly faltered at the sight of the eerie partygoers, but now her resolve hardened again. The entire town had walked within spitting distance of them and not seen a thing. It felt like a victory in itself. She was hungry for more. They walked at half speed to make sure they didn't catch up to the grown-ups accidentally. The wagon road would take them ...

... past the little cemetery (as old as the town, though no one could say precisely who was buried there. None of the grave markers even had names,) and up the back side of the hill. It wouldn't be long now... Carol-Anne gasped when the house came into view. Every door was open and every window was lit up, from the ground floor to the tower. The yard was alight with the flickering orange glow of a hundred jack-o-lanterns, their jagged mouths and fiery eyes ablaze to greet everyone. In the past it had always been a dark, quiet, dismal place. Seeing it so open and bright now was like seeing a dead person suddenly sit up and begin laughing. The masked people looped around the back of the hill to enter the house via the front door. Old Mr. Glover, the house’s caretaker, waited to greet them. He wore a crisp new suit rather than his usual ratty coat, and a disarming grin rather than his usual scowl, and he shook each guest's hand. All this the teens could see from their hiding place near the cemetery fence, but the front and interior of the house were still hidden. That wasn't good enough for Carol-Anne. She considered the wrought-iron fence, with its pointed spokes. It had been years since she'd actually tried to sneak in, and she did not remember the best way. As she was considering the puzzle, Daniel pointed. A few feet along was a gap where the foot of one bar was missing. It would have been impossible to see through the weeds choking the fence if not for a squat black cat sitting ...