The Screaming Tree - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

The Screaming Tree - A Halloween Story

... there in the park when the ritual is supposed to start.”

“How were you chosen?” I asked.

This time there was no hesitation... and no fear... Tracey said in a normal voice, “The Wise Woman came to me in a dream and told me I had been chosen. She said that if I did not choose a partner one would be provided for me.”

She suddenly trembled and said in a very shaky voice, “I need a partner. A woman who goes to the ritual alone is in great danger... very great danger.”

“What do you mean?” I asked rather anxiously.

“You will see,” she replied. “You will see.”

On the day of Halloween I asked Tracey, “Are we supposed to wear costumes or something special to this ritual?”

She looked at me in that way she does when she is very frustrated or almost mad at me and said, “The paints will be at the grove tonight. That is all we will need.”

I really wanted further explanation, but I decided that whatever was going on, I would do this for Tracey.

As it got close to sunset, the usual gaggle of Trick or Treaters came to the door for their candy. The last one was just before it got dark. All was quiet after that. Then around ten thirty, Tracey came into the living room and said rather emphatically, “It’s time to go.”

“Whoa!” I exclaimed when I looked up. She was standing there totally naked.

“Please,” she said, “this is how it has to be done. We will walk to the park naked.”

“Won’t people see us?” I sputtered. “Won’t the cops arrest us?”

“This is ...

... Halloween night in Mystery,” she replied. “Everyone knows about the ritual. All the children are safely tucked in bed. And no one will be looking out their windows. They don’t want an angry dream from the Wise Woman.”

I remained silent as I took off my shirt and jeans and underwear. “This is weird,” I said as we walked down the hallway of her apartment building and went out the front door.

“No,” Tracey said, “this is normal here in Mystery.”

We walked the six blocks to the park in silence. As we approached the park, I could see other couples walking in the same direction... and one lone female.

Everyone remained quiet until we walked to the center of the grove. The Screaming Tree looked almost alive in the moonlight. There was an old woman standing next to the tree. It was hard to tell how old she was. She had one of those faces that look like she was somewhere between forty and a hundred and ten. She wasn’t naked, but was rather wearing a brownish red dress that looked like it was some sort of leather. It looked very old and had painted patterns on it in various shades of brown. The thought went through my mind that if I touched that dress it would crumble to dust.

“The paints are set out,” the woman said in a somewhat soft but very firm voice as she pointed out at the edge of the grassy area.

Tracey led me over to where three small bowls of paint were set on the ground. There were eleven other groupings of paint bowls arranged in the circular grassy area which ...