A Halloween Trick or Treat 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome
Don't go out on Halloween, things can happen!


A Halloween Trick or Treat (Or the legend of Red House Road)

Ricky was on holiday from university, not that being at university wasn't one
big holiday for the young man but it was nice to come back home once in a
while and have a rest from all the partying that he had become use to. There
was one down side to coming home, apart from missing his friends and all the
socialising they did, and that was his annoying younger sister Tammy. There
was quiet an age difference between brother and sister, Tammy was only 8 years
old, but even so she was a right pain in the ... ... And the feeling was
mutual as far as Tammy was concerned.

The little girl hated all the "Mom, Tammy's broken your ... " and the "Mom,
Dad have you seen what Tammy has done now ... " The little girl was happy when
her older brother was off at university and although she had missed him to
start with she now had the run of the house. No older brother bossing her
around, no older brother to make fun of her in front of her friends. No older
brother to tell on her when she was maybe not as good as she could have been.
No older brother ... ... !

It was Halloween and Tammy had been going on and on and on about going around
'Trick or Treating', Ricky had switched off each time she had said anything
about it and here she came again "Ricky, Ricky it's Halloween and that means"
He got up "I have to go and get ready for my date tonight tell me later." "But
Ricky tonight's the night that the house and the witch return ... " He looked
at his strange younger sister and remembered some old story he was told when
he first arrived in this town some years ago as a kid, but he just wasn't
interested. "Yes what ever Tammy" and walked away. The young girl was upset by
her horrid older brother not listening to her "Ill get you" she whispered to
herself.

"What! Oh come on Mum I was planning on going out" Ricky had just been told
that his Mum couldn't take Tammy 'Trick or Treating' and so he would have to.
"Ricky you're only here now and then and it would be nice of you to spend some
time with your sister. That way you might get on and not have all those
childish arguments when ever your home." "But she starts them ... " Ricky
heard what he had just said and had to admit Mum was right, but 'hell! Going
Trick or Treating with his sister.. What a ... ... !'

Tammy had dressed up in her witches costume, Ricky had tried hard not to make
fun of her, as his Mum had asked so nicely, and threatened not to do his
washing! The pair of them had been out for almost an hour, Tammy had meet up
with lots of her friends, some had been out with their older sisters so Ricky
started to quite enjoy himself. There had also been a couple of attractive
women opening doors and dishing out treats, thing where really getting better.

Tammy and Ricky carried on down the road it had been a good nights work for
Tammy she had a large basket full of treats. "Right its getting late and we
need to ... " Tammy ran on ahead "Just one more house I said I would call at."
'Shit!' he had planned to go out and was already running late, he wanted to
get back home soon "Tammy!" The lad ran after his annoying little sister, she
stopped at the road junction, Ricky caught up "there that's the last house"
Tammy pointed at a large old house, set back from the road. "That's the house,
that's the house" Ricky looked over to where she was pointing "that's the
house where the witch lives." There was a large house, maybe 60-70 years old,
even older, a real 'blast from the past' style of house.

Ricky looked up at the road sign "Red House Road" 'strange!' He knew the road,
even in the dark and was sure there wasn't a house there, not an old place
like that! The family had only moved to the town about 9 years ago and even in
that time he couldn't remember a house being there. Ok he had been away for
the last few months at university but still could believe a house had been
built there, as he remembered it, that was just a bit of old waste ground.

'Red House Road' there was an old story, a kids ghost story about a house on
this road where a witch once lived or something like that, he remembered
hearing about it at school when he first arrived in the town. The old witch
that stole little boys and took them away, 'that was it' "Old witch" he
muttered under his breath, there was something about Halloween that played
with even the most sensible of minds. Tammy ran across the road "time to see
the witch" Ricky smiled 'kids and there imaginations.'

Tammy rushed up the pathway that lead to the house, Ricky followed, as he got
closer he could see that the old house looked in a real bad state of repair.
The outside garden, if that's what it was looked just like a lawn of dead
grass and the flower beds looked more like weeds. The house was certainly not
red but a horrible dark dirty colour, it looked in need of a good handyman to
fixing it up. Tammy was nearly up to the door as he stepped onto the rough
uneven looking path, as he did so a really strange feeling crawled down his
spine 'God that was weird!' It was that strange that Ricky stopped in his
tracks and took a second before he could carry on. He walked slowly and
nervously up the path. Tammy was pulling a chain, an old fashion doorbell, a
haunting sounding bell 'clanged' from inside the house. Tammy was jumping up
and down in anticipation. There was silence then a echo sounding CLIP! CLIP!
CLIP! As footsteps approached the door. Ricky wondered about those stories of
a witch, 'No there's no such thing, but what ... ... '

A creaking sound broke the evening silence as the door slowly opened, Ricky's
heart started to pound that bit faster as he told himself 'it's just a story,
it's just ... ' The door opened fully "BOO!" Tammy nearly made Ricky jump out
of his skin. "Hi Mrs Black is me!" The excited young girl called out "Why so
it is come in Tammy." The young lads heart started to come back down.

Ricky's eye widened as he took in the woman that stood in the doorway 'she
certainly wasn't some old hag of a witch!' She was however very attractive,
very sexy. The young lad was looking at a woman, about ... Well he wasn't
sure, mid 30's to mid 40's, maybe! The longer he looked at her the more he
just couldn't tell. She had shortish flowing fair hair, he though there where
the odd few faint lines around the eyes but they seemed to be there one second
and gone the next. She was dressed all in black, and black leather at that,
his grin gave away that he found her look very sexy, very sexy indeed. High
legged black boot, long slender, firm legs covered by tight black leather
trousers. A leather belt around her slender waist and a well fitted black
leather top, a deep v neckline showed off the woman's ample bust. 'God she was
good looking' the young lad was quite taken aback by this woman.

Tammy ran inside "this must be Ricky your brother" the lad could only nod, but
brought himself out of his trance, it was as if she had cast a spell on him
the affect she was having! "So Rick I've heard all about you ... " He didn't
know what to say, it was obvious that he was taken by her, she could see it,
the smile on her face told him that. "Come in before you catch your death ...
" Suddenly he got very cold stood there and stepped into the house.

He walked into the large hall way of the house, it was red! All different
shades of red, red walls, red carpet even the old fashion furniture in there
had red covers on the chairs or a red felt cover on the table top. The doors
on each side of the hallway where slightly open and Ricky could see that this
'red theme' spread out of the hallway and into the other rooms. 'Maybe this
was the Red House!' 'Stop being stupid' he had to tell himself. Ricky's
attention was grabbed by a large painting hanging on the wall, it was of the
woman, Mrs Black. A very formal portrait but she still looked gorgeous,
strange she was wearing a very old style dress. "Tammy" the older woman said
"there's a bowl of treats in the front room, you can help yourself." Ricky
smiled as he watched his excited young sister rush off, he turned back to the
portrait "Christ!" The young man was shocked the painting had changed! There
was no longer the painting of the attractive Mrs Black but instead there was a
painting of a old, a very old, haggled woman. 'What the hell was going on' but
the even stranger thing was that in this 'new' painting the old hag of a woman
was in the same position and in the same dress as Mrs Black's picture! 'How
was that possible?'

"So Ricky have you two had a busy evening?" Her voice brought him round "well
Mrs Black it's been ok." She gave him a sultry smile, that made his cock stir.
"Not Mrs Black it makes me feel so old, call me 'Magic' ... " She smiled,
Ricky though it was an unusual name 'Magic Black' if you reversed it then
'Black Mag ... !' A very uneasy feeling came over the young lad, this was
becoming and too strange to be a coincidence! "Yes ... Yes Magic." "Do I
frighten you?" he was taken aback at her question "I ... No!" "It's just that
most people think I'm a ... " He spoke first "..A witch!"

She laughed "do you think I look like one?" "No ... No ... You look hot" 'Oh
God did he really say that "I mean you look ... " She stopped him "so you like
the way I look then?" 'Had she really said that?' He smiled at her "well ... "
She stopped him there "well did doesn't really matter what you think, I know
that you like me already and you'll have plenty of time to admire me, even
worship me." He was a bit shocked, both her tone and expression had changed,
and it didn't make him feel comfortable. "Excuse me?"

The woman stepped forward, closer to the young man WHACK! She slapped Ricky
hard across his face, the young man's legs buckled, he wasn't prepared for
that, his face stung like hell as well. He stepped backwards to try and put
some distance between him and her SMACK! Her other hand came into play now
hitting him across the other side of his face. She was strong, much stronger
than she looked, Ricky shock his head and stepped forward, pushing past the
woman. 'This was ridiculous' he was getting out of here "TAMMY COME HERE."

As he pushed by her she grabbed a handful of the young lads hair AARRRHHH! She
yanked him back hard, almost pulling out a handful of the lads pride and joy,
his hair. She pulled him backwards violently, with a smile on her face. "I
never said you could leave" this had gone beyond a joke "what the hell do you
... " THUD! The woman's knee shot up high, straight into his gut "hell will
have nothing on what I have in store for you CRACK! She backhanded him with
her clenched fist, Ricky felt his lip split and blood in his mouth.

"You will never shout at Tammy in that bossy big brother tone again." SMASH! A
smoothly executed high kick, her boots smashing across Ricky's face, knocking
the young lad backwards. "You see Tammy and I have an agreement" SMACK! She
drove her fist hard into his jaw, the young man's legs buckled under the force
of the woman's punch. He dropped to his knees "she brought you here so that I
could take you off her hand, so you can't be the annoying older brother
anymore" WHACK! Another blow and the lad dropped to the floor "Oh ... ... And
I get something out of this ... I get you!"

She placed her boot next to his face "kiss my boot and the pain stops." He did
think about it but was too slow ARRRRHHHHH! The older woman dragged him up
onto his feet, she set about showing him what a older leather clad woman was
capable of, throwing him over her shoulder back down to the floor. She knocked
him around that red hallway for what seemed like a age to him, boots, fists,
knees all dishing out pain to the youngster, and she did it all with a smile
on her face.

CRACK! The boot once more smashed into the young lad winding and hurting him,
it was quickly followed up by another boot that smashed hard into his chest,
sending the younger man crashing into the staircase banister. He fell onto the
stairs, grabbed his breath quickly and saw a chance to get away, he crawled as
fast as his battered body would let him up the stairs. 'Must get away from
her.'

He was nearly at the top of the large staircase, as he dragged himself to the
top a pair of black leather high leg boots came into view. "Oh Ricky did you
think you could get away from me that easily?" 'How the hell did she get up
the stair' the stunned young man was shocked to see her 'she never went past
me so ... ' CRACK! Her leather boot shot out into his jaw, Ricky was sent
tumbling down the stairs THUD! He landed in a heap at the bottom, again he
felt blood fill his mouth, he was in great pain, that fall really hurt him,
his vision was blurred but as he lay there he recognised those black leather
boots that where now next to his him.

Again Mrs Black placed her boot by his head, her words drilled into his head.
"Remember kiss my boot and the pain stops" he didn't hesitate this time, his
lips pressed against her boot. It was a wired, even wonderful feeling, one
that, even through the pain, he though he enjoyed.

ARRRHHHHH! Even screaming hurt as she dragged him up onto his knees "your mine
now ... All mine." His submission to her was complete, even though she broke
off his attempt to obey to her command, she had other plans for him THUD! Her
leather clad thigh smashed into his face, as he fell her boot also connected
with his jaw, the lad was sent sprawling across the floor. Everything started
to fade into away from him, he was almost out of it.

Bearly conscious, he lay there and could just make out Tammy coming out of the
side room, Mrs Black was talking to her, he tried to call out but couldn't.
Mrs Black opened the door "you'll be alright getting back home wont you?" "Oh
yes I'll be home in no time." The older woman smile as she waved goodbye to
Tammy "don't talk to any strangers ... ... I'll take real good care of your
brother for you ... " BANG! The woman closed the door and looked down the
hallway at the crushed young man at the far end, she smiled and walked to him
CLIP! CLIP! CLIP! 'Oh God!'

Ricky's mum held on tight to Tammy's hand "is this where you last saw Ricky?"
The young girl nodded "we came down the road and went into the large house and
he didn't come out." The mother started to cry, the police detective gave her
a hankie to wipe away her tears. He walked away to talk to his sergeant "She
taking it bad" the sergeant looked over to Tammy "the little girl know
something about ... " The detective's face changed into anger "shut up you
idiot ... " The pair moved out of ear shot of the mother and her daughter
"come on don't give me that 'she traumatised' bullshit." The detective knew
his sergeant was right "OK! But do you expect me to tell her that.. Yes there
use to be a house there 100 years ago and yes we have reports going back where
every 10 years on Halloween a young man disappears and some young child come
up with the same story of seeing an old witch ... You want me tell that woman
her son has been taken by a witch!"

"Well we are on Red House ... " The sergeant shut up and the two stood there
in silence, not knowing whether to believe the stories. But as they looking
out onto the open ground where 100 years ago a house use to be a shiver ran
down their spines. For one brief moment both men thought they saw a faint
outline of an old woman, and then it was gone. Both men kept quiet not daring
to mention it to the other, after all it was just a story, was it?

Tammy stared at the open area, there was stood a very old woman, dressed in an
old black coat, the woman smiled at the little girl, Tammy smiles as she
recognised the old woman, the witch. The little girl waves at the old woman
that had stopped her one day and started to talk to her. Tammy had told the
woman how horrible her older brother was to her. The woman had promised to
help Tammy make her brother pay for all the times he had teased her and told
on her. She said that she looked after naughty boys and would give her brother
a good home, but she would punish him if he carried on being bad. Tammy was
happy about that.

The old woman waved back "Tammy what are you doing?" the mother was worried
about her young daughters action "I'm just waving at the old woman that's now
looking after Ricky." The mother didn't know how much more she could take, her
son missing and now her young daughter so traumatised by the disappearance.
She placed a arm around Tammy and stared into the empty open ground area that
her daughter was waving into "mom ... ... " 'What was that?' The mother
thought for one moment she could her sons voice calling out to her, a voice
calling for 'Help ... !'