The Screaming Tree - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

The Screaming Tree - A Halloween Story

... town.’”

When I asked about the tree she said, “If you ask “How long that tree has been there?” they will again look left and then right as if afraid of who might overhear them and answer very softly, ‘Since before the park’”

I said “Hmmm” and nodded and she continued, “The thing which no one talks about, even after looking left and right, is the annual Halloween ritual in the park on Halloween night.”

I looked over at her. She was trembling as if very afraid. She spoke in a very soft and trembling voice, “If you ask, ‘How long has the Halloween ritual been done’” you had better have asked when you are both alone in a quiet place because whoever you ask will turn very pale and perhaps even begin to quiver with fright. They will look left and then right and then left again and then right again. After that they will look at you blankly as if you hadn’t asked the forbidden question.”

It was shortly before Halloween. I was in town to visit Tracy and was staying for a few days. It was morning and we had just made love. Rather than snuggling in tightly like she normally did after sex, Tracy sat up cross-legged on the bed and stared at me.

I was distracted at first by her gaping cunt which was directly facing me, but then I realized that something was wrong. I asked the obvious question, “What’s wrong?”

She continued to stare at me with wide open, fearful eyes and then she said in a somewhat hoarse whisper, “I have to go to the ritual this year. I want you... no, I ...

... need you to come with me.”

We were alone in my bed, so I asked the forbidden question, “How long has this Halloween ritual been done?”

She turned pale and her trembling became almost a shaking. She looked left and then right and then even up at the ceiling to make sure that we were truly alone. She hugged herself as if she were afraid that she would come totally appart and then whispered very softly, “Since before the tree started screaming.”

We stayed staring at each other for what seemed like forever. Then I asked, “What would I have to do?” I was trying to sound matter of fact, but my voice seemed a little off even to me.

“Nothing that we haven’t done before,” she said with a forced smile. “Except the last part, and we’ve done that, just not in that way.”

“Are you going to explain this ritual, or do I have to guess what I am supposed to do?” I asked.

I tried not to show my frustration. Sometimes Tracey has a way of speaking words without really conveying any information, but I sensed that this was somehow different. This wasn’t just her normal, irritating, female way of speaking. She was afraid to tell me exactly what would be going on.

We once again stared at each other for what seemed like a very long time. Then she said softly, “The Wise Woman will direct the ritual. All you have to do is follow her commands.”

“OoooKayyyy” I said slowly. Then I asked, “Who is this Wise Woman?”

“No one knows,” Tracey said in a soft, staccato voice. “She is just ...