"Trick or treat!", a small collection of witches and superheroes shouted at the elderly Ms. McAllister. They held out bags and plastic pumpkins in anticipation of goodies and gifts, a yearly tradition for the night of All Hallow's Eve. She praised the craftsmanship and creativity of each costume and sent the little monsters away with beaming smiles. Ms. McAllister was always everyone's favorite, she gave out the full size bars. We caught eyes and she gave me a wave and warm smile as I walked down the sidewalk past her home. I smiled and waved and for the moment a warmth swelled in me that fought back against the chilly night air. I remembered being young and ringing the McAllister door bell, waiting with anticipation on how she would greet us, and also for those big candy bars. She knew me back then as a different person, with a different name, but now she knows me as Brittany and has been one of the few people from her generation that never shunned me, never judged. I kept walking with a nostalgic smile on my face as another batch of ghouls and goblins bounded up her walk.
 
 My heeled shoes clicked down the concrete sidewalk, echoing louder into the increasingly empty night air. The amount of kids looking for bounties of sweets was trickling down as I entered a more rundown part of the neighborhood. The homes here were vacant, rundown, or inhabited by less savory types of people that parents made sure their youngsters stayed far away from. This is the reason, naturally, those of us twenty-somethings too old to enjoy the candy search would get together and party in one of the condemned buildings. The old Farthing house was a frequent haunt over the last few years, however it was demolished over the summer and we had to move our yearly haunt to a new location. The "macho" boys in the group decided to bring us to the most dilapidated building they could find, one with a litany of urban legends attached to it from buried bodies, disappearances, and good old fashioned hauntings.....the old Stein house.
 
 Old man Stein was a loner, an outcast in the local community due to being a crotchety old man, or so everyone says. I personally never had the chance to meet him, just saw him from time to time peeking out behind the curtains or quickly disappearing behind a quickly slamming front door. He stopped appearing at all a few years back and no one ever bothered to go in the house and check on him, the city just slapped a condemned notice on the door and wiped their hands, ever since the house has gone into disrepair. It's kind of odd, like the building is drooping, like it looks sad, lonely.....almost like it's malnourished and sickly, what a silly observation.
 
 I stop at the end of the walk outside of the new party spot and do a rundown to make sure everything is on point. Pulling out a compact from my purse I adjust my black witches hat that sits on my half black, half orange died hair and make sure I didn't get any black lipstick on my teeth. Then I smooth out the tight black sweaterdress with an orange jack-o-lantern face pattern on the front that just barley covers my curves, check my black and orange stripped stockings for straight seems, silver pumpkin charmed anklet is present, and make sure the black heeled shoes are unscuffed. Perfect. I look up at the two story wooden house and incredibly overgrown lawn and take in the spooky atmosphere of the scene. I take a breath and start my way up the cracked concrete steps listening to the dull thumping of bass get louder and louder as I approach the front door. Multicolor lights flash across silhouettes of young, tight, college bodies moving and grinding upon each others, oozing a sexual tension thick enough that you could chew on it from outside. I stop before going up the creaky, broken steps and look up at the tall twin windows on the second floor. Briefly transfixed, it seemed like there was a dull white glow coming from them, like two large eyes taking in my visage, sizing me up for some nefarious reason. The song stopped and I was met with the sound of small wind guts blowing through the boards of the porch that seemed to be increasing in sound and intensity. It was almost like the house itself was an excited puppy staring down the barrel of a fresh tennis ball, anticipating the owners blessing to play with it. I shook off the silly notion as a new rhythm of bass beats begin and make my way to the front door.
 
 Before my fist can hit the paint-peeled wood, something catches my eye. A small, orange bowl sits on the stoop, within it is a pile of candy in ancient looking wrappers. A sign sits above it, painted crudely in a red liquid that was still wet, "Pleaz taKe jus t one!". I giggled at the absurd spelling, Jonathan must have found these old bags of candy in the kitchen while getting the beer kegs set up and stuck them out for kicks. My curiosity got the best of me and I step over to browse the bowls contents. I bend over, careful not to let too much show from underneath my little dress, and poke my finger around the top layer of old Dum Dums and Tootsie Rolls. I was just about to get bored of seeing a few layers of the same thing when something shiny catches my attention. Just under the layers of old boring chocolate and pops, there was something pink and shiny that seemed a bit out of place. I push my hand down and try to grasp the seemingly metallic wrapped treat, but feel nothing. Did it move? I rummage my hand around looking for the elusive candy when my fingers make purchase upon something peculiar. I freeze in shock as the item flexed in my grip, it was warm and moist, I let it go and try to pull back my hand in disgust, however much to my horror, I couldn't move it. The slimy appendage had wrapped itself around my wrist and locked me in place. I began to jerk back against it's hold, grunting and cursing with the effort, planting my feet for as much leverage as possible, but to no avail...I was stuck. Suddenly I let out a yelp as the appendage reciprocated my effort and gave my arm a tug, pulling my arm in up to my elbow. "Oh fuck....." I yell out.
 
 "What the fuck, what the fu...", I begin to mutter as another pull makes me drop to one knee and my bicep disappear into the candy pile. "Please help, someone....anyone...help me!"
 
 The driving base from within the house seemed to increase slightly in volume as if mockingly to drown out my cries for help, not that it was very necessary as a second appendage shot out of the bowl to muffle my protests by wrapping around my throat and inserting itself into my mouth. I let out a high pitched, muffled squeal as my face plunges forward into the pile of treats knocking my hat down to the moldy porch boards below me. My free arm and legs begin kicking and swinging wildly trying in vain to signal a passerby to attempt to be a good Samaritan and pull me from the suffocating bowl of sugary doom. I feel a sort of suction begin around my engulphed body parts that begins to slowly pull me further in. My free left arm is suddenly pinned to my side as a big pull begins to take in the top of my chest. My mind races, 'What the hell is going on? It's so warm and wet...it's like flesh, am I being eaten alive? But...how?? Oh God, help me. Help me, please!'
 
 More tentacles push themselves to the surface and begin sliding under the tight black and orange cloth of my dress, stretching the neck out further than when it just hung off of one side exposing my shoulder. They wriggled and wrapped around my ribs and naked flesh beneath the fabric. The sticky saliva coating my skin instantly began to cause warm, tingly sensations wherever it touched and creating a creeping arousal to suddenly burst through my naked, raw fear. My nipples harden and smaller tentacles begin wrapping and squeezing around them, I catch myself letting out a slight moan. A flush of embarrassed frustration fills my head as my thoughts begin to cloud over with the mix of emotions. Another slurp makes me stand back on my feet, bent forward in a very appropriately named Jack-o pose as my body bends at the waist, plunging my whole upper half down into the bowl. The suction of the candy creature causes my dress to slide up and expose my ass and tiny black thong to the cool night air. The slimy tongues of the candy beast begin to stretch and tear at the dress fabric, ripping it to shreds and discarding it into the mix of ancient treats. 'Why is this happening, this can't be real....did someone spike my drink? I have to be dreaming...but they feel so good...no, it's vile, it's gross...it's...it's...in my ass!?'
 
 Two more thick appendages unfurled, one wrapping around my waist and the other down my right thigh. The one at my waist pushed it's way between my cheeks and entered into my body giving itself another good anchor to keep me from escaping. Further I slid into the "throat" of the beast, forcing my legs now straight up into the air and causing one of my boots to clunk down on the floor. Gravity assists the monster as is slurps me down like a warm, moaning noodle. My remaining boot is pushed off of my stockinged feet by the pink tentacles as my calves disappear into the candy dish mimic's mouth. My toes curl as the remaining tongues wrap around my feet and pull them below the surface, smothering out any trace of my existence on the old house steps. A final tongue tosses my boots into a bush off of the porch, and lift my discarded hat placing it on a nearby pumpkin before disappearing back into the sugary mass. Just as it moves out of sight, the front door opens and Jonathan steps outside to see what the commotion was about. "Damn, Brittany's a no-show and now I can't find Jenn either. Maybe they decided to hook up and bail, oh well.", and he lumbered back inside, slamming the door shut.
 
 Meanwhile, my body continued to slide through the abnormally long fleshy tube until a small opening forced me into a small open pouch in the flesh. This must be the stomach. As I begin to be squeezed through the opening like toothpaste from the tube, I notice two peculiar things about the small fleshy pouch I'm entering. One, the pink walls are strangely luminescent allowing me to see the second oddity, the pair of shapely mocha colored legs that were sliding in from the other side. I recognized the toned legs that I've imagined wrapped around me on many a fantastical dream, it was Jenn. Closer we are pushed inside, her feet passing right in front of my face, her skirt rolled up at the waist exposing her panty-less bottom half. She thrashes her legs as my face touches them, luckily she didn't have enough room to wind up and kick with any real force, but the movements were still painful against my jaw and nose. "Jenn! Jenn! Stop, it's me!" I was able to yell out as the tentacles released their hold on me before I entered the stomach.
 
 "Bri...Britt? What the fuck? What's going on?" She responded, her head now entering the quickly cramping compartment.
 
 We both come to rest after being deposited inside of our fleshy tomb, bodies compressed together face to face. "There was a candy bowl...it ate me, I guess, and I ended up here!" I said bewilderedly. "What happened to you?"
 
 "We were playing some dumbass game, went into the closet to wait for Jon to follow, and the floor just sucked me down, oh God...are we going to die here?", she responded with tears running down her slime covered face.
 
 The walls around us began to massage and squeeze our bodies into each other, a steam filled the chamber as they secreted more of the tingling fluids from before. We tried to awkwardly shuffle ourselves around to give slight moments of respite to one another as best as we could, but the undulating of our new masters quickened and made it impossible. We sobbed and moaned in a horrible chorus of pain and pleasure as our tender flesh was soaked and kneaded by the lining of the house's digestive organs. My member had slid out from my small undergarments and was rubbing between our sweaty, slime covered bodies, I began to pant. Suddenly, Jenn forced her tongue into my mouth and began to grind her hips into me without the help of the squeezing walls, soon enough with all of the grinding, my cock entered her. As best we could, we ground our bodies into one another as the tingling juices drove us wild. Our minds seemed to join as one as our sanity broke to pure lust and chaos, just as our bodies were. We barely noticed the screams and moans from other girls as they found their way into flesh-pods of their own in the basement of the hungry old Stein house. The ecstasy was overwhelming, distracting from the intense pain we should be feeling as our bodies began to melt together, becoming a bountiful nutrient soup to sustain the old building for years to come.
 
 Some hours later, the party had ended, the guys went home frustrated and confused. Cellphones were going off left and right attempting to find sisters, girlfriends, anybody that was at the party that night that was female had just vanished. The confused men chalked it up to a protest of how much they all had to drink and figured they'd find the ladies at their respective homes the next morning. As they walked away, Jon turned back toward the house and noticed the lights up stairs were no longer a dull sickly white, but a brightly glowing red. The house seemed to sit higher on it's foundation, the creaking and broken boards seemed sturdier and as if they were freshly painted. He pinched the bridge of his nose and mockingly swore off drinking to the face of the jack-o-lantern on the stoop, the one wearing a familiar witches hat.