Halloween 2018

An empty lake with a lonely row boat. Orange and red leaves dappled the ground in the cemetery. A black cat moved through the brush invisible, its yellow eyes peering through a pumpkin patch where ravens perched on a scarecrow. The birds cawed announcing the transition of the season from summer to fall.

A little ways down the mountain music pounded with the electro beat of the DJ. A drone flew around the outdoor rave of the ski lodge recording everything for a future YouTube video.

The DJ stood at one end of the massive deck with awe inspiring 360 degree views of the Swiss Alps. Some snow from years past still remained in the shadows of the rocks.

The deck spanned a couple of hundred meters to the lodge where drinks were served. A parked Gondola on the other side of the lodge had brought most of them here. However, on the DJ side of the lodge a path climbed to the haunted house above for anyone looking to be scared.

And everyone danced to the rhythm of the beats. Pulsing electronic music radiating from the turn table where the DJ spun records, adjusted volumes, pushed buttons, and smiled to greet VIPs at the Boiler Room sponsored event.

The blue sky faded through the dusk into a magical cool clearing of stars; the dance floor illuminated by the full moon caressed in a mist of clouds.

Champagne and Mercedes rubbed the latex of each others’ sexy cat women costumes. Only Champagne wore white while Mercedes wore black.

The two were Candyflipping, and enjoying themselves, when a drunk man wearing a latex Venom custom tried to get in on the action grinding against Mercedes. She pushed him back.

“Get away from us jerk!” Yelled Champagne.

The people around them moved into a small circle. The man raised his arms in surrender and walked away. The conflict resolved with everyone going back to dancing.

And the beat continued under the full moon light.

Only Champagne and Mercedes gradually made their way to the bar where they each drank a Back Draft: one shot Grand Marnier, one shot Courvoisier, both poured into a tumbler glass, and lit on fire.

As they took pleasure in the heated liquid moving down their throats Champagne pointed to the path entrance and said, “there’s an abandoned house next to a lake and a graveyard just a little ways up that path. We should go and smoke cigarettes and make out.”

“Yeah, these Nazi’s won’t let you smoke cigarettes on the deck. And what’s with that guy in the Venom costume, like what a freak. Let’s go!” Said Mercedes

The two held each others hands running away in their high heels to the path and the abandoned house next to the lake above, where wind rushed through the tombstones.

“Like O my God! How’d you find out about this place Champagne?” Asked Mercedes lighting her cigarette as they walked around on the broken wood floor of the house built with stone, all the windows were missing, and the moonlight poured in from all directions creating optical illusions with the effects of the drugs.

“It’s on the internet. When I bought the tickets to the rave I looked up information about this location. One of the links talked about this place.

There used to be a goldmine here. Everyone lived in this house and fished in the lake. Only one day someone came up here to bring supplies and didn’t make it back to the village. So they sent another person and the same thing happened!

Eventually they sent a search party.

The owner of the goldmine had gone mad, and started killing everyone with a pitch fork, they had to kill him!

He’s buried with all the miners in the graveyard. The people from the village were taken back home.” Said Champagne.

“No way! Why did you tell me that! Now I’m scared. Let’s go back to the party,” said Mercedes stomping out her cigarette in her black latex cat women costume.

“Ha, ha, I got you!” Laughed Champagne before she took another drag from her smoke. Her white latex cat women costume glowing in the moon rays cutting across the dark room. And then a pitchfork pierced her stomach. Blood ran down from the four holes in her belly.

Mercedes screamed, then turned to catch a glimpse of the man in the Venom costume ducking behind a stone wall.

Mercedes moved into the shadows scanning around with tears in her eyes, only her attention remained fixed on her friend Champagne, dying from the pitchfork protruding from her mid region. Champagne tried to speak garbled words, obviously in shock and the emotion amplified from the effects of the Candyflipping.

An arm wrapped around Mercedes neck. Self defense training took over like an instinct. She grabbed the arm flipping the man over her shoulder. She then stomped down puncturing his throat with her stiletto heeled boot.

Mercedes then broke down in the cold night. Pitch black shadows and sparkling moonlight reflecting off the lake water. Red blood turned gray as the last movements of life danced away into the night in sync with electronic drum beats.

Champagne poisoned by Venom, now both deceased in the dawn of a new day, Mercedes life now changed forever.