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All Hallows’ Eve
“You’re not afraid of the dark, are you, Bailey?” My very sloppy drunk friend Maureen asked.
I laughed and threw back another lime green jello shot, tilting my head back so it could jiggle down my throat. “Hell no I’m not. That’s where all the fun stuff happens.”
Maureen hopped up on the center island next to me, her tits nearly falling out of her halter top in the process. “So you’ll go then? Into the old Wickford place, by yourself with no flashlight?”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you still mad that I didn’t want to dress up as a slutty witch with you? Is that why you are trying to ruin my Halloween Eve?”
Maureen laughed. “Oh, come on, Bailey. You know you want to. Besides, if the rumors are true, then you’ll be getting fucked sideways just like you’ve always wanted. And your burlesque costume is just as slutty by the way.”
I glanced down at my bustier right as Maureen made a grab for one of my breasts. I squealed and swatted her hand away playfully. “No more jello shots for you, missy,” I teased.
“Seriously, though, Bailey. The party isn’t until midnight, and I’m bored as fuck.”
“Remind me again why Billy decided to throw a party so fucking late?”
“Because it’s officially Halloween at midnight,” Maureen whined as if that was the most ridiculous question I’d ever asked. “Now, let’s go check out that creepy mansion and see what all the fuss is about.”
I did love a good dare.
The old Wickford mansion had been the subject of superstition our whole lives. Last summer, after graduation, a bunch of kids got busted for throwing a party there and almost burning it down. The cops have since taped it off and it’s scheduled to be demolished later this year.
Legend has it that every year on Halloween Eve, when the veil between the dead and the living fell down, three angry spirits demanded to be set free. They were locked away in one of the rooms there. Whoever let them out would be stuck with them until they gave them what they wanted. It was probably started by a bunch of horny frat boys who were just trying to lure unsuspecting drunk girls into the dark.
It sounded like a bunch of bullshit to me.
“Fine. Why not? It’s not like any of that stuff is real. But you have to promise that you won’t tell anyone about this later.” Partying there with other people was one thing, roaming around by yourself like a weirdo was grounds to get labeled as such.
Maureen dipped one of her long pointy fingernails into another jello shot, scooping it out and sucking it off. “Shit, like I’m going to tell anyone. It will be our little secret, slut.”
I shoved her a little too hard, and she toppled over. I reached out to catch her, and we both went tumbling to the floor, laughing. “Oh, fuck. Are we that drunk already?” I spurt out between hysterical bouts of laughter.
She pulled me on top of her and pretended to dry hump me. “Fuck yeah, bitch. You gonna set some spirits free tonight.”
I pulled her up and steadied myself against the counter. “Alright, fuck. Let’s go before I change my mind. Grab the rest of those shots for the walk over. I’m not doing this sober.”
“Yay!” Maureen stumbled in front of me, trying not to drop the tray of shots as we left her house.
I fluffed my blonde hair as we walked, annoyed that the mist was starting to deflate my curls. I wanted to look hot tonight. To find some beautiful man at the party to make out with. Lord knows it had been way too long. But now I was traipsing through the streets in stiletto heels and fishnets, freezing my ass off. Hopefully we could go back to Maureen’s house after and freshen up before the party.
The old Wickford house was a crumbling heap of decay. Just a hollow frame with barely anything left holding it together. I glanced up at the roof just in time to dodge a squirt of bird shit. It splattered on the cobblestones inches away from me.
Maureen howled with laughter. “Fuck, that almost landed on you.”
There must have been a half a dozen birds’ nests up there. “So gross,” I groaned.
The rickety shutters banged against the house, creaking in the unforgiving wind. A shudder trickled up my spine. This place was creepy as fuck. “So what do I get for doing this stupid dare of yours?”
Maureen tapped a finger on her chin. “Hmm.. Let me think. Okay, if you go in there by yourself and manage to get that door unlocked, I’ll let you call dibs on anyone you want at Billy’s party tonight.”
I rolled my eyes. “As if I need your permission on who I choose to make out with later.”
She hissed. “Well, good luck trying with me pussy-blocking you all night.”
Fuck. She would do it too. “Seriously, Maureen?”
She shrugged. “Fine. I’ll let you borrow my red Balenciaga bag for a week.”
