Trick or eat

``Trick or treat!'' These words echoed throughout the street as the children knocked on door after door. Of course, children weren't the only ones out enjoying the Halloween festivities. A car full of teenagers could be seen flying down the road filled with children. ``B double E double R U-N Beer run!'' The radio blasted as the less than sober teens almost hitting several children. ``Whoooooo!!!!'' Screams came from the black blur of a vehicle going down the street. A neighborhood woman looked out her window to see the calamity. ``Those crazy kids are going to kill someone.'' She stood back and let the curtain she was holding up fall back into place. ``Hmmm…'' She pondered. A younger woman, about twenty seven or twenty eight, she was quite beautiful. She wore a long red dress on this Halloween, nothing really scary about it, but she though it was at least slightly appropriate (but really she just wanted an excuse to wear it for once.) Short jet black hair, black mascara, she could be kind of scary in the right way she thought. She had a very slender but dignified body, not really skinny but certainly not a heavy weight. Very nice C-cup breasts. She was quite the looker really. ``I suppose they need a lesson, at least one or two of them.'' She said casually. She was already plotting how to ``trick or treat'' the drunkards.

Late that night, after all the children were home with belly aches, the teenagers were still at it. SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH!!!!!! The tires left black marks on the blacktop as it braked harshly to a halt in the middle of the road. ``Ha! Damn dude, cut it a little closer next time!'' One of the male teens said, his beer pouring out of the bottle in his unintentionally lax hand. They all laughed. They were beyond wasted, drunk to such an extent that they had no idea if they were still in reality or some blurred dream. By this time of the night, all of the neighborhood houses had shut down for the night. Almost completely dark, only the two street lights kept the place from being completely black.

Suddenly a light cut on in one of the houses to the side of the teens car. The light shined through the red curtain, giving it an eerie red glow. ``Wha….what was that about?'' One of the female teens said. She was shorter, only about five feet tall. She was wearing a cheaper black witch costume sans the hat and pointy nose, it was something one would find in a dollar store. Now normally a light cutting on wouldn't make that big a deal, but tonight the teens weren't exactly in their right minds. The alcohol made this quite an event. To make things even worse, the porch light cut on soon after, even making the driver of the vehicle jump back a little, startled. ``Maybe….maybe we should go investigate.'' The female teen said nervously. ``You think? Some ghost could be in there, Sandra.'' The driver, a corrupter of souls dressed up as a jock with his school letterman jacket on, said to Sandra poking fun at her hesitant voice. ``I'll go to protect you, don't worry.'' He said to Sandra. ``Gee, thanks mike. Asshole.'' Sandra said. ``Fine then, get the hell out and come with me.'' She said as she opened the door and stumbled out onto the pavement. Mike opened the door an stumbled out himself, hitting his knee on the steering wheel before finally making it out. ``Well…what are we waiting for?'' Mike taunted. The two intoxicated teens made their way, shaking most of the way, to the front door.

Creeeeeek….The door almost spoke as the two teens nervously entered the house. It seems that breaking and entering was the newest side effect of too much alcohol. ``I don't like this…let's get out of here.'' Sandra said, but she was just a bit to late. ``…..Mike? Mike why aren`t you saying anything?'' She turned are to see why Mike wasn`t speaking. ``AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!'' She screamed as she turned around to see Mike laying on the ground with his head laying in a maroon pool of his own blood. She looked up from his unconscious body to see the woman in the red dress wielding a crow bar. SWOOSH! She swung and missed Sandra. Sandra was scared into near complete paralyzing shock . She could only take slight steps backwards as she tried to force a scream out, but it was pointless. All that came out was a windy whisper. Sandra saw a smile creep into the darkness that was the woman's face as she raised her arm and swung down one more time, striking Sandra dead on. She was out cold.

Sandra woke up hours later in a daze. She had drooled all over her hand, her vision was blurred, and she had no idea where she was or why she was there. To top it all off, she had the most killer head ache she'd ever had (No doubt a side effect of the extreme alcohol consumption, followed by a very sobering head blow.) She looked up to see the woman from before sitting in the recliner in front of her. ``Well well…your finally awake.'' She said. ``…Ugh…wha?'' Was all Sandra could say in response. ``Hm, quite the conversationalist aren't we.'' The woman in the red dress said. Sandra had no idea what ``conversationalist'' even meant, much less had a good response to it. ``…Mike…..where?'' She started to put together cognitive thought, though not sentences yet. ``Who? Oh, your male friend. Heh, he's over in the corner.'' She pointed to an empty corner on the other side of the room. ``Wha?'' She said confuse. ``Why don't you go see, I don't think you quite grasp it yet.'' The woman in the red dress taunted Sandra. Sandra was starting to get her head back, at least enough to stand up and slowly make her way to the corner where the woman said Mike was. She walked over to the corner and looked side to side, not seeing anything. But she did smell something, kind of a rancid smell. She looked around sniffing trying to figure out where it was coming from. She finally realized it was right in front of her. She looked down to see a dark brown pile of rancid shit resting on the floor. It had flies buzzing around it and landing on it's disgusting surface. ``Ewwwww!!! Nas….'' Sandra begun but was interrupted by her own mind as she realized what she was looking at. What brought it to a head was seeing her and Mike's school logo inside one of the coils of feces. It was all that was left of Mike's letterman jacket….Mike too. Tears came too her eyes, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Could this pile of crap really be Mike? Indeed it was, and she could be next.

``Well? What do you think? He'll be hell to clean up but I just couldn't pass up the chance to see your face.'' The woman walked up behind Sandra patting her on the butt. She was quite impressed with her own work. ``Well, your next you know.'' The woman said. Sandra couldn't bring words past her stomach, she was shaking and drooling, almost seizuring. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed onto the floor. ``Well….that was unexpected.'' The woman said in a disappointed tone. She wanted to at least have a little fun, oh well. ``Might as well finish this then.'' She said, as if to finalize everything. She began the long process of eating her second prey of the night, enjoying the many taste stuck to the teens skin. In just a few minutes, the teen Sandra had disappeared into the woman's belly making it buldge greatly. In a few hours, there wouldn't be much left of the teen drunkard. The woman sat down in the recliner and reclined into the most comfortable position to accompany her now large stomach. She fell asleep fairly quickly, allowing her body to digest her second large meal of the day.